Marc
His distraught eyes nearly popped out of his skull when the crystal glass was smashed by the gorilla fist of doom. But even that was nothing before the horror in his gaze, the pain of being denied a chance to sip. He reached out to the broken glass one last time, but it was far too late. Everything already spilled all over, including Nep's bodacious body. A single tear almost came out of his eye.
Farewell, my comrade.
Wasting perfectly good alcohol was serious. This was no joking matter, to the point he couldn't hide his pout at Nep.
"Val's an old friend. Don't mind her, she's been a hopeless pervert ever since the first day I met her, and that was... god, even I lost count." He tried to hide a smile to no avail, only to shake his arm a bit to give the vampire king some turbulence - and get her hands off his partner's tits.
"Paws off horndog, do I look like I have enough commitment in me for a girlfriend? That's my partner's rack you're rubbing all over, you'd best respect it like your godmother or you'll be sorry."
With that said, he looked at Nep with a bit more embarrassment than he'd use to. Or maybe it was because he had a conscience, however small. "I'd say you're lucky. Trust me, you didn't miss much up there... I told you that dress was super cute, but I don't think it'd look 10%... no, 5% as cute without you wearing it."