It's the right thing to say, because as soon as Faraday makes the joke, Vasquez presses a hand to his chest, like Faraday has gone and broken his heart not because of any behaviour in town, but this. "But emeralds would have made my eyes shine," is his joke, following it up with a wink as he pulls out some of the whiskey, handing it over to Faraday so he can top up their cups. Lucky for both of them, Vasquez hadn't felt the need to be truly wicked and make a crack about pearls.
His attention is still on the bag because he needs to distract his mind from thinking about the woman that had put that kiss-mark on Faraday's cheek, wondering how long she had spent around him, in his lap, and more.
He keeps looking, the dark not helping as he shifts the items around, making it clear that if he wants to know about all the items (or just one, really), he's going to have to ask Faraday directly. "Did you manage to pick up the oil?" he asks, refusing to allow himself to flush while he asks, but it helps that he's not looking at the other man when the question comes up.
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Date: 2017-10-01 11:52 am (UTC)His attention is still on the bag because he needs to distract his mind from thinking about the woman that had put that kiss-mark on Faraday's cheek, wondering how long she had spent around him, in his lap, and more.
He keeps looking, the dark not helping as he shifts the items around, making it clear that if he wants to know about all the items (or just one, really), he's going to have to ask Faraday directly. "Did you manage to pick up the oil?" he asks, refusing to allow himself to flush while he asks, but it helps that he's not looking at the other man when the question comes up.