Bartimaeus's head whips back around. He's standing very close to Nathaniel and at this proximity, his breath is notably well pickled. "Excuse me? I did nothing of the-- How dare you. I did not!"

That last part he shouts down to the dwarves.

"Did he get anything good?" One of them asks back at a respectable volume.

Under their feet, the Marquis starts to sit up. Bartimaeus shoves him back down with a foot to the chest and a sharp, "Not now."