[Dorian can have his stalling, because Toby gets his yes (with proper flourish!) and that's all that matters. The vampire smiles brightly as he lets that sink in, then gets to his feet so he can start with the kissing. It's far more important than the drinking right now.

He draws Dorian to him with both hands on the man's face and lays the most impossibly excited and loving kiss on the man that he can manage. He shamelessly holds it far too long, until he can feel his fiancé both struggling to keep their lips together and starting to lose his grip on the glass in his hand. The grin on his face is extra cheeky when they part.]

Only if I get to take you upstairs first. [He slips an arm about Dorian's waist to pull him over to the nearest bar cart, handing the man a mostly full bottle.] It's all whiskey, but we'll get you a celebratory bottle of gin later. For now...

[There's a few seconds of hesitation wherein the younger immortal has a chance to think about what's surely coming next. He can't stop it, but he'll have a chance to fluster or protest. Then, with too much fanfare, Toby sweeps Dorian into his arms to start carrying him bridal style toward the bedroom.]

Off to bed with us, darling. I think this celebration of ours calls for that.