You stumbled through the door, drunk as ever, your butler watching as you did. He sat up from a stool beside the counter, and walked over to you, taking off your jacket, and then guiding you to the sofa. He sat you down and then stood in front of you with his hands on his hips. Knowing that you were drunk.

"M' lady, how many drinks did you have while you were out..?"

He looked down at you in a stern, but also caring manner. He waited for an answer from you.