Charlie really does love those playful shoves, doesn't he? But it's not quite the same as a touch, and Ned doesn't mind it, so much. Even if this particular one sends him reeling much further than it ought, because his inner ear is struggling enough as it is. He rests his forehead in his hand, but there's a small smile on his mouth.

"Don't usually drink this much," he admits, then adds, "Or... at all."

Perhaps surprising, given the gusto with which he had attacked the whisky, and the amount that he had consumed. He was clearly no stranger to its taste, either.