If he hadn't been drunk himself, he'd have been alarmed at the sudden, clear emotion in Havoc's usually-smarmy voice.

As it is, he's having a hard time getting his mind off of the fingers exploring his ribcage, making him squirm involuntarily against the other man. He just... can't shake that lightheadedness off...

"Y... yeah, of course it is... you uh... you gotta do your best..." Why does he feel out of breath...? "... Mister Dynamite, er... are you okay?"