Why was it that non-Americans could do an American accent perfectly, but Americans themselves were horrible with accents? It really wasn't fair. It was cruel, actually. But he wasn't about to admit that to Vlad. Oh no, he wouldn't let on that the other man's magic accent powers bewildered him. "You sneaky bastard," he said simply. There. He didn't let anything on.
The smile gave him hope. Hope for a dual kill. Hope for another drink like this one. Hell, hope for a friend. It was so nice. "Good," he said, nodding. "Don't you forget it."