"I don't get to be fucked or even go down on you, how is that a compliment?" Vasquez complains with a gesture of his free hand at her, like he's bemoaning the state of the world. Shaking his head, he decides to work on the moonshine like it will make him feel better.

He's definitely going to have some blue balls to deal with later. "You want a smoke? Or are you going to push that away too?"