"Yeah, sure," he agreed, holding his glass out for the refill. "What the fuck mate? Did you just tell me to wine and dine her and buy her a gift? I'm not the one who fuckin' forgot, yeah? You buy her something shiny. Or of course, I could take her out and just pass the bill along, hm?" He was smirking at the idea of that- going out on the town, finest of everything, and passing the check to Miles...
When Miles voice dropped low like that Higgs nearly stiffened. He hated this shit. "I'm not acting up," he replied in the same tone, still avoiding looking at him a bit. "Making up doesn't sound so bad," he said with a smirk, taking another drink of the whiskey, wondering if he hadn't been slipped vodka again.