Oh good, add her to the list of people who talk about shit like The Addam's Family or Ru Paul's Drag Race and expect him to get it. Sorry ma'am, he's going to be about as responsive to a witty zinger as a brick wall.

He can at least vibe with the profanity, though.

His lips purse up together in an amused sort of moue. Buttload of demons and a magic six-shooter.

"Sounds like a riot anyway," He muses. He holds the bottle out to her in offering again. Seems like she might could use another swig.