You're not dying, just inebriated.

[And possibly high because drinking this much certainly wouldn't result in... that odd conversation. God he could smell the fumes from the drink from here - what the hell was in that stuff?]

I'd like to keep an eye on the situation for now.

[Aaaaand there was Leo. On his arm. And a fat bunny in his lap. Klaus couldn't possibly get any redder than he was.]

Would you like to get some water and fresh air? It may help.