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[Liquid freezes, for once unsure of what to do. The obvious answer would be to push Ocelot away but the idea of being unable to touch the two of them is terrifying. He flashes back a little, to the suggestions Volgin made - It doesn't command me, I command it! - and forces all of his willpower into holding it back. Leaning into the kiss, he reigns it all in as much as he can, ignoring the pain. His lips tingle with electricity, turning them numb, but he holds it back to stop the other man from hurting. Then he draws back a little, enough to speak and to admonish the others.]

Adam. That's dangerous. [A hesitant pause before he looks at Kaz. Ok, confession time...] I can't handle alcohol so well. I get drunk far too easily.