[that's as forceful as Silas gets, fortunately. He takes the rejection with a hint of embarrassment, letting the flower leave his grasp and spring back to it's upright stem. Ah, he's offended her, his mistake... If he's really so intoxicated, he should clear himself up, just like he said he could. Prove he knew what he could handle.]

I can get a clear head, just wait, [he'll say, taking a deep breath in. He assumes he'll breathe out and the floaty feeling in his head will go, just like it did when he drank.

It doesn't happen, the feeling lingers. In fact, it might get a bit worse, from how deep a breath he took. Oh... oh dear, indeed. He has certainly committed an error of judgement,]

Heavens, I believe you're right... [he looks hazily ashamed] N, normally I can get sobered up real quick like. Snap of the fingers, really. Much apology...