[He won't resist but for a moment taken to remove his own shoes before he rolls himself on top of the sheets and stretches out on his side beside Vincent on the mattress.]

Oh, milord, it is very much my fault you're not sober. I made the offer and gave you the liquor, but I don't regret it. Whatever helps you sleep. [He nestles in, curling his arms in one against him, one under his head, watching the Earl quietly.]

You already have seen one. Several, even.