[He doesn't immediately answer, brows knitting together. He could just be sulking, from the look of it.
The drink was stronger than his last, whatever was in it, and truthfully he's not sure what she's even just said. He leans his elbows on the edge of the bar, trying to process the world around him anew.
The succubus slides another one of the drinks to Natasha, in case she'd like to taste what her friend just had. House special!]
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The drink was stronger than his last, whatever was in it, and truthfully he's not sure what she's even just said. He leans his elbows on the edge of the bar, trying to process the world around him anew.
The succubus slides another one of the drinks to Natasha, in case she'd like to taste what her friend just had. House special!]