"But they don't need brains, they just need to look pretty and the prince will take care of the rest," he told her, in an absolutely mocking tone.
"Now, if there's something to get you out your own head, it's absinthe. Sometimes a bit too far out," he told her. "I've been stupid as hell on the stuff, but you've seen nothing like Jay's creator on the stuff. He was convinced he was dying, but I wasn't allowed to get a doctor because... I don't know, they steal from you or some shit. And also apparently everyone was laughing at his tie. Because you know how amusing a tie can be," he was telling her. "Oh, and he wasn't actually wearing one," he added, with a smirk.
And then the tone seemed to change, and she was close, and he didn't even really know if she was toying with him or if he was just easily taken in.
"I'm sure there's plenty," he said, meeting her intense gaze, strangely not wanting to appear weak by looking away now. "But nothing I would want just because I won it in a bet," he told her, before smirking a little and pulling away again.