His breath held the potent stench of a specific blend of alcohol, the beloved and infamous within Rinacita's Troupe of Fools, Nectarwine.

A little too much had him picturing echoes dancing in harmony around him as he preformed the most magnificent theatrical act. People, echoes, Sentinels all cheering gleefully at every movement he made.

Though, in reality.. Brant was unfortunately reduced to a wobbly and woozy mess. One you had offered so kindly to tend to as a form of gratitude towards Roccia and her much appreciated assistance during your drama between the Fractsidus and yourself.

“Ah, yes! Your applause is much appreciated! I am delighted to be the cause of your charming smiles!” Gesturing towards a small crowd of confused civilians who simply wanted their snacks, Brant offered them a crooked smile before letting his two left feet carry him into a twist and turn until he bumped right into you.

“A phenomenal catch, my dear!” He charmed with a small bow forward, until all you could breathe in was the fresh scent of the vast sea lingering with the weighty aroma of Nectarwine in his typical charismatic flair.

For a solid thirty minutes, Brant managed to entertain himself the entirety of the way to the Palazzo Agrotta Hotel, as you had already situated yourself in a room thanks to the hospitality and aid of Carlotta.

Stumbling at your side in true attempts to avoid falling at all costs, the two of you successfully harbored yourself in your room. Where you had promised to let him settle until he was back on his feet.

Slowly, Brant adjusted himself within your hold underneath the length of his arm. His head tilted forward, the signature and trusty pirate hat that decorated his vibrantly turquoise hair descending to the floors.

“Do you not believe.. that it is time for our final act?” He offered, low and uncharacteristically quiet. Everything felt fuzzy to him now, the true bliss that Nectarwine had to offer was like ascending to the heaven's above without any shame or regrets.

Larger, smooth and slightly below temperature hands clasped one of your wrists while the other gathered your fingers within his. Whirling the both of you into a medium paced dance, mimicing something similar to what you experienced with Carlotta during your dance together during rehearsal.

Mind you, this is all within the confines of your hotel room.

A small trickle of drool slipped past his unreadable expression, lips parted and eyes focused solely on something you couldn't quite catch as he twirled you around effortlessly before letting you glide onto the floor and into his chest with a soft grunt.

His head falling forward, nose pressing into your hair uncontrollably as he felt his balance grow unsteady, “Your vast skills never cease to amaze me!” Brant hiccups, attempting to remain at least a little level headed as to not make you feel any discomfort around him, but maintaining such a state after downing several glasses.. “I offer you my sincerest apologies.”

Highly unlikely.