He comes off the prolonged drink with a shake of his head and some rapid blinking to reassert his perception of his surroundings. Physical arrangements apparently in check, Daniel starts to take another drink at the same time that he glances slantwise at Seth, a truly critical error of mistiming as he snorts into his drink and nearly ends up spraying it all over himself when he sees the white dab on his nose.

"You -" He dissolves into incomprehensibility, practically shaking with silent, barely bit-back mirth. The combined might of alcohol and caffeine and personal exhaustion have made the sight of Seth sitting there with whipped cream on his nose the most singularly hilarious thing Daniel can imagine.

He almost loses his grip on his glass before recovering enough to reach out with one dubiously coordinated finger to wipe the offending spot off.

"Um," he says, voice thick as he struggles to keep his tenuous composure, "missed a spot."