He tries not to be eager, though he knows he sounds that way. The bottle of tequila that Vasquez gave him when he got here is over half empty, and he's trying to limit himself but it's hard. He starts to get that aching inside, and his head starts spinning and if he just drinks a bit, it's enough. The idea of having a drink then before he has to let it get that bad is an amazing thought.

Looking up as she returns, his eyes light up as he reaches for one of the glasses. "You are wholly and truly an angel," he admits, cradling it between both hands for a moment, inhaling the scent with a sigh before taking a sip.

"Thank you. So much. Someone got a still around here?"