Vasquez can't help his snort, thinking that this is definitely an unfortunate thing that he's not liking, but he's not complaining as loudly as her, so maybe he thinks he's the winner here. "It's not nice to tell me you want to touch me everywhere when you can't even get close enough for me to get my hands on you," he complains.

Slumping back in his seat, he reaches for his cigarette so he can start again. "Let's get drunk?" he suggests, as an alternative.