At Xander's question, Viktor's eyes widen, and he blinks. Was Xander truly not aware of the atmosphere permeating this room, which is coming just as much from Viktor's smitten buzz and the fact that Xander is massaging Barcus' hands as anything Barcus is saying or doing?

"I- I-" He stammers. His cheeks are red now, and though he knows neither of them are being accusatory, he's struggling to find words to explain himself. "Perhaps I did...? The drink is making me foolish," he chides himself.

"I- I admit, I thought we were all flirting..." He says innocently, and looks to Xander. "But apparently Xander was just being a good doctor, and we were getting carried away. Sorry, darling, I will stop." He draws his hands away from Barcus, putting them on his partner's shoulders instead, and kisses his cheek.