"...when you were drunk?" Heine can't think of any other reasons for why he'd fall asleep in his room and be so grouchy. He can't remember how much he'd had, either, but he's starting to recall that he'd been on his way to the kitchens after the ball.

So mistakes were probably made. He crosses his arms and ignores the dull ache in his back. For a moment he looks at Jade—and shivers, looking away. What the hell—for a second there he thought of Jade's face, twisted in pain. But he can't remember Jade ever making that expression before.