"Oh, thank you for that," he says sardonically, finishing off his drink and setting the glass aside, so that he may now have a free hand to lightly touch Watson's thigh. "I was just about to request that you keep your bohemian tendencies under control. I can't have you being your usual disrespectful, abrupt, sometimes casually cruel self, not around my brother, not on Christmas."

Smirking, he kisses Watson's cheek, then takes another drag off his cigarette.