It's cool it's cool Chuck has it all under control.

He doesn't keep it as involved as he'd like, letting just a slip of tongue to sneak in before he's stepping back and smirking at him smugly with his hands on his hips. "Who's next?"

Which is when Herc pushes him out from under the mistletoe with a scowl. "Nobody's next, go stand by the refreshments and help with the punch."