She listened to his rhyme, trying not to laugh. She owed him that much, right? He was, after all, giving her free booze and dealing with her company. Not many people could claim that they'd done that. But towards the end, when he grinned, she couldn't help but let out a small giggle. He was so proud of himself. It was... holy hell, well it was normal and cute, and Laney wasn't sure whether or not to hate him suddenly for bringing her guard down, or to just roll with it. Lucky for him, she chose the latter. They were, as far as she knew, safe on that fire escape. And with the moon looking as beautiful as it did, and the promise of a slight buzz lingering in her future, how could she think about danger? She just couldn't.
"Brandy, right." She nodded her head. "Honestly, I'm just going to lay my cards on the table. I've never tried it." Along with being honest, this was new to her, too. "So if I make any faces, don't laugh at me, okay? Or you'll wish my sword wasn't so dull." Her threat was empty, but she hoped it got the point across. Though, she couldn't expect him not to chuckle if she spit it all over herself. She wouldn't be able to keep a straight face if the roles were reversed. But still. She wasn't very much a fan of being the butt of the joke.
"Pour away, captain." Laney leaned her back against one of the supporting side grates and eyed the bottle. It didn't look tampered with, something she was quite thankful for. The last thing she needed was to get roofied. And then she laughed at the thought --out loud-- because she couldn't help it. She never thought she'd have to think of getting roofied ever again. Not in the world they lived in. It was just hilarious to her.