Wilson coughed at the comment about Jack Harkness and he was laughing softly as he carried the tray with the vials over towards the counter. Leaning against it while he filled in the information on the tubes he eyed Parker askance.

"I'm sure a little champange and moderate drinking will be all right, but come in or page me if you start feeling any sort of abdominal distress...and if Admin asks, no I did not just condone underage drinking. Bad... nor do I condone the underage canoodling but you practicing safely I hope?"

He coughed, delicately then unable to completely dispell the mental memory of being stretched out on his couch, atop the angel indulging in what could only be termed extreme heavy petting.

"It was....very good indeed."