He sags against Locus' chest, eyes half lidded and hazy- but murmurs quiet thanks. Another round of...this would be amazing after a drink.

In the crowd York's slipped off for a moment himself. A quick nibble to top off since- well. The hunger's a thing. Another sweet, shy girl, another helpful friend with a suggestive wink, another dark corner. Kissed and bitten and sipped and done in the briefest of moments, friend coming about to check on her shortly afterward. York secures their exit soon enough, flitting to Locus' side near the dark back wall.