Hearing that now familiar voice, he turned towards her with a smirk. "Well, well, well. Look who it be. You be far more belle den Jiminy Crickett anyday. Does dis mean I can keep ya?" He teased her back. "Or you just like findin' dis Cajun when he be in trouble now, eh?"
Downing his own shot glass, he couldn't care less at the moment. "Somethin' like dat. Least we not be playin' wit fire no more. People an' dere domestic disputes." He scoffed. "Now I see why de police always take longer gettin' to d'ose." Smirking again, he shrugged. "You sure. You got a lil'," and then he pointed to his nose, wiping it a bit as if to say she had something there. Of course he was teasing.