Laughing at her, Remy shook his head. "Tinkin' dat I would've been too young for all dat." But, if she was going to continue drinking, why let her do it alone? Signaling to the bartender, he asked for a couple more shot glasses and the actual bottle of vodka. Why not skip the middle man here? It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. "An' I doubt you'd be so belle." He teased.
Lining up the glasses and filling them up, he pushed a couple in her direction. "But if you be tinkin' dat you really gonna find some fulfillment at de bottom of dis bottle," he nudged that towards her too. "Feel free. Can promise you dat ain't gonna be it." And boy did he know that one all too well. But who was he to judge? If anything he was just curious, so perhaps this tactic would be a better route?