[He snorts. Fuck. He'd say the same thing, wouldn't he? Actually, he's fairly sure he has already. Stronger drinks. If he could, stronger herbs, spending his night smoking them on the floor of Julie's club without a thought in his head. Easier that way.]

No. I do not mean a stronger drink this time.

[He Looks Rhy in the eye once he lifts it from where their foreheads brush. Intimate, but gentle. One of his favorite touches.] Are you joking? Rhy, I would never turn down a gift such as that! Yes, I'll join you. I could be even coaxed into giving you some sort of massage. I've been told I'm very good with my hands, and I have a raw appreciation for lovely shoulders.