Fitz winked at Patrick's staring, smirking. Yeah, he knew he was impressive. "I'll be waiting expectantly," he laughed, shaking his head. Naughty limericks were always a good time though he didn't actually speak Irish. But then things went, well, wild.
Patrick seemed to be on the verge of death there for a moment. Yeah, the reaper vodka was harsh but holy shit, was he really that much of a wuss? Fitz put his elbow on his knee, chin in hand as he watched. "Oh come on... I've had that before. It's not that bad. You're actin' like it's causing blisters in your mouth."