Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face

"Drunk. I'm dr-unk and the only thing I can see in focus is C-suh-uhhh--" Mike paused, fruitlessly searching for the source of another swig.

Despite the fact that his champagne glass had not-so-mysteriously disappeared over the course of their totally-heterosexual musical-theater romp-n-frolic from the hidden study to the border of the ballroom, and somehow almost back again, the absence did manage to make his resolve grow stronger. "C.K. Dexter Haven. There. I said it."

"Said what?" Dexter himself? Not so much the worse for wear as a little...floaty.

"Your silly name."

"You think it's cute."

"Ssso I do."