All of which was awful behavior to begin with - but nothing compared to the real dick move perpetrated here. Vax actually stared at him for a beat, marveling at the relatively unfazed reaction. He might've chuckled, if he wasn't currently rattled.

Vax'ildan slowly extracted himself from the man's personal space, looking especially pale as he slid back down off of the counter. "I... Sorry doesn't begin to cover it," he tried feebly. "I don't know how it happened." He knew more or less what had happened, having seen others go at it all day, but still not the how of the thing. "Gods, but I am sorry. I'm not usually a raving sex maniac. I don't even know your fucking name," he admitted.

Not knowing what else to do to try and make it right, Vax started to collect in his hands the bits and shards of the dishware he'd broken in his...enthusiasm.