Without taking his eyes off the embarrassing scene before him, Scorpius leans over to Avery (the shock has driven some of the alcohol out of his veins, but he's still swaying) and whispers, "Let's sit down. That could take a while." He leaves his cloak on the floor and walks to the back of the couch. Although he can already imagine himself elegantly placing one buttock on the backrest of the couch, then turning halfway around and sliding nimbly into a sitting position, things turn out differently.