[ If he were a man of any class, Julian would make a face at the reek of alcohol on Lucio's breath when he leans in, but he is categorically not and... honestly finds it comforting at best, intoxicatingly (heh) attractive at worst. Torn between looking away stubbornly and just going all in, he lets the alcohol decide for him and tosses back the last of what's in his glass. After he swallows, he grins. Oh, good. He hasn't decided to be a baby about it after all.

Not that he won't get flustered again in five seconds anyway. ]

If I had it my way, I'd be your only doctor. I know what's best for you, after all. And sometimes you even actually listen to me! That's the real medical miracle. No other quack can claim such a feat.