He sat, letting that soak in around the alcohol, still watching her.

Then Vax quietly set his hands about the tasks she'd showed him, a touch slow for his reflexes but still remarkably smooth considering. Licking between thumb and forefinger, shaking salt over that, picking up his wedge of what he knew from Kitty was lime. "You're being nice to me," he pointed out. Then he licked the salt and slammed back the shot of searing what is that even, rushing to slurp at the sourness of the citrus after.