"Now if that ain't the nicest thing I've heard? Pretty girl thinkin' I'm charmin'." He smiled at that, nodding at her question. He wasn't as picky as he could have been, especially after Vegas and New York where he'd been able to get every little expensive thing his heart had ever desired. Maybe he needed to drink more, to really make the effort to find out what he liked now that there wasn't a price tag attached, but that just sounded like a bad idea. He didn't need more spirits thinking it was a good opportunity to judge him, or worse, he didn't need to find out how poorly his drunken telepathy had gotten since he hadn't taken the time to practice much. Still, a drink with Zu never hurt.
"Though maybe you should be thinkin' less of me and my talented tongue. My liver ain't gonna thank me if we keep indulgin' maybe we oughta switch to water or somethin' for the next one." He smiled again, watching her move. This one a little more playful than the last. It was hard to not keep pushing, to see how far he could get since she seemed to like him and his company, but he knew being a little more measured was better at least for now. If things changed, if death became more of a possibility, then maybe he would show up at her door with a bottle of something for them to share as the station burned. They weren't there yet so he could draw out the fun of flirtation for a while.