Courfeyrac kneels down by Bahorel, trying not to laugh too much as he studies the man's now very damp clothes. "That didn't work too well. Lost the kitten and the drink. You must be fine if you're still drinking, though."

Courfeyrac narrows his eyes and frowns. Still drinking Combeferre's drink. He's going to have to rectify this. Reaching out carefully, he tries to pull the drink out of Bahorel's hand. "'s not yours, you know. All of the rum does not belong to you, even if you're apparently going to be using it as cologne now."