Barcus looks a little crestfallen, but he lets Viktor withdraw without complaint. "Well, I don't think flirting is foolish, but if you're concerned the wine has your inhibitions too low, I can certainly give you space."

Except of course Xander is holding onto him still and the atmosphere hasn't actually been disrupted that much. He seems reassured by the squeeze of his hands, looking from one to the other. "Well, now I'm getting a resounding maybe."

"Viktor is aware I have more than one partner. It's not a situation I ever expected myself to be in--gods know I didn't think I had that much cachet--but there is a lot to be said for being able to share pleasure and affection freely, while knowing there will always be someone you can come home to. Obviously, it's not my place to dictate the terms of your relationship, but should there be a little extra space on this couch for me tonight, rest assured I'll be the most appreciative of guests."

And since Xander is the one who's still holding his hands, he'll take the opportunity to bring one closer and give him a light, chaste kiss on the back of the knuckles. "I do feel much better, by the way."