Andrei & Ashton
Andrei chuckled. "I don't mean fly high, you eejit," Andrei said, in the same tone he would've called someone sugar or honey. A hand reached up, taking the flask and taking another sip. He returned the flask to Ashton and then, he used his fingers to tangle in Ashton's hair, scratching Ashton's scalp.
"I don't mean flyin'," he said again. "No, I meant like, smoke a doobie. Have a joint. Would be nice." There was a moment of silence, Andrei massaging Ashton's head. "Must be nice, bein' able to fly."