"Fuck you." He huffed, though his tone was light, clearly teasing even as he gently shoved Tommy's hand away. Barley using any strength at that, really. Though the upires face was flushed red at the compliment, staring at him with wide eyes.
Even so, the fact that he agreed to such a thing, or least was willing to give it a shot had a slow grin forming across his features. "You promise?" He questioned. More then aware the older gangster could have been fucking with him