[He has two more to take, but he'd rather just enjoy himself! He's holding Gladio's face in his hands, leaning into him and soaking up the warmth. Maybe they should have gotten to know eachother but really, who cares? Thancred has never let being strangers stop him.

He does, eventually, remember the potions though. He groans with annoyance, but he is trying to win, here so he reluctantly pulls back long enough to grab the red one.]

These rules are such a bore.