Stop waving that grape juice ... 
That was a partition ago, ever since  
The atmosphere upsurged when language is retired. His eyes & yours fill with manpower.  
Your hair’s on the brink. So is his.
 
A friend led you to him..  
He smiles with no doubts about your bluffing kowtow & innocence  
 
— nothing to discredit &  
...no hell to pay!