She definitely didn't expect agreement at the thought that it was always the other person, but hearing it made Mojo laugh brightly as she raised her glass, apparently feeling more jubilant at the start of her second pour. "You would kill with other women," she stressed teasingly, making a bit of a leering grin for Carmel as she looked the older woman over. She had on the costume of a lecher, so why not?
"And do you want a glass or anything?" Mojo offered before drinking, "It's cheap and red, but it's always better when it's shared." An offer she didn't intend to hand out to everyone, not with two meager bottles at her disposal.