Nick takes another sip of his tea and then sets the cup down, shrugging out of his jacket when he does it. He slips down onto his knees in front of Marcus, glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow. "It'll feel weird," he explains, palms of his hands grazing Marcus' knee over the fabric of his pants. "Warm. You might feel giddy for a moment or two. Drunk, almost."