[Oh, well, how was Ain to know that the man wasn't actually as American as his southern accent makes him sound? Something about the Greek, though, has him feeling a little hot under the collar. It's lucky that the lights are low in here, or else someone might've seen the way his cheeks momentarily flush.]

Mm, yeah. I think I'll avoid drinking tonight so that I don't say something insane again. [Like how Wolfwood's jacket didn't smell enough like him so Ain didn't want to wear it, you know, normal heterosexual things.] I'm just gonna get a lemonade.

[...]

We can buy a bottle at a liquor store some other time and share it somewhere more private, haha.

[Ain has never gone into a liquor store. He has no idea where the nearest one even is.]