Mirza snorted a little, "Maybe. Maybe not." Alright, so he was being a little snarky. He couldn't help it. "I prefer to think I'm special. The one and only," which was kind of like saying that yes, he knew exactly how it was and was showing it. Mirza made a soft sound of agreement but then, he was watched a lot and it was generally... exciting in a way. Sometimes he just wanted one person's eyes and one alone for as long as he could keep them...
He took the glass with a little nod of his head, sipping gratefully - mm. Alcohol. Hmm, maybe he had a problem. "Wouldn't dream of thinking such a thing. Besides, I'm hardly a man. I'm a lady-boy," he laughed, shaking his head a little. What, he could make fun of himself.