Poe had one too many drinks and was now clinging shamelessly to Ranpo talking to him in a slurred voice.

"your eyes—" his gaze was fixed on Ranpo's eyes, unable to tear himself away. a look of intense focus, as if the writer was drinking in every detail of the detective's iridescent eyes. "—so pretty..."

Poe was going to regret all his words from that night as soon as the alcohol wore off. Ranpo was going to tease him mercilessly the next morning for all the things he said while drunk.