"I'm not like Marijuana." No, in some ways he was worse and in some ways, he was infinitely better. At least he didn't have a bunch of trained pets doing his every bidding. Although, GHB reflected, his older brother did have a pretty sweet set-up. "I've never made you do anything you didn't want to." He quieted, let Dylan talk about that insignificant, dead mortal, until... He did his best to keep the satisfied smirk off his face and managed, for the most part. It ended up only being a pleased half-smile as he felt himself rush through Dylan's veins.
Reaching out, he took the bottle back, gulping down more than would be healthy for a mortal before setting it back down on the table. "If you're tired, I can help you sleep, but only if you want me to." He had to set himself apart from Marijuana, from Heroin, if he wanted to be the one to win the fight for this little mortal's worship. They had enough power. GHB never really would, but Dylan's worship helped.