[He's still laughing when the other man finally manages to straighten from his dangerous stoop over the coffee table, at least enough to round the table and offer his assistance. Julian's laughter fades out onto a silly drunken smile as he reaches to take the outstretched hand, tries levering himself to his feet. It's an unsteady lurching movement, his free arm swinging out for balance, but somehow with Geralt's assistance he manages to stagger to his feet.]

Not to worry, one good thing about being quite so tall is having a long reach. But uh, sorry about that...I suppose I'm drunker than I thought. Damn, but my head is spinning.

[And it is, but at least he's jovial with it.]