Skellington wasn't liking the guy for shit. His mother was following him like she was a puppet and the guy was talking to him like she didn't even exist. He didn't like it.
"Don't call me 'Skell'," he bit back. Really? Who was this guy and why wasn't his mother putting her foot down? Skellington knew she could hold her own against people, she showed that well enough when she came to rescue them from their captors a long time ago, but she was acting like a willing participant right now and that was annoying him too.
"I don't see anything except some fuc-" Skellington was cut off from expressing what he thought when his mother stumbled on a turn caught herself on a nearby chair to keep from falling over. She gave a light-hearted laugh. "Oh goodness, I'm sorry. I can be such a klutz whenever it's cold. I'm afraid my toes are too frozen to move correctly. Say, let's get a drink, shall we? Hmm?" she asked, looking between both men sweetly.
Skellington knew his mother was being poliet as well has giving him the subtle command to back down. The two exchanged quick glances, Pixie's being a severe warning look and Skellington's being a very agitated look. "Yeah," Skellington agreed, fixing his pissed off look to something a bit lighter. "Alcohol?" he asked expectantly.
"Yeah, no," Pixie replied to her son. "You're getting a coke. How about you?" she asked the other man.