Vasquez can't help the way warmth rises in his chest, a burst of laughter on his lips as his shoulders shake for the joke, because he wouldn't know what to do with a straight compliment from Faraday if he heard one, but he still beams for the comment about his eyes, like even despite the following jab, it had been honest.
That falls away with mild horror and disbelief when Faraday says he doesn't know what he needs the oil for. It's enough to make the embarrassment fade away, wondering if no one has ever told Faraday that this can help personal matters, even when you're alone with just your hand. "Guero," he pleads, like he's begging for Faraday to clarify that he's just joking.
He reaches back for the whiskey bottle so he can top his glass back up, finally locating the little bottle so he can tuck it into his back pocket casual as you like, turning his disbelief on the other man now. "You're joking, yes?"
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Date: 2017-10-02 12:38 pm (UTC)That falls away with mild horror and disbelief when Faraday says he doesn't know what he needs the oil for. It's enough to make the embarrassment fade away, wondering if no one has ever told Faraday that this can help personal matters, even when you're alone with just your hand. "Guero," he pleads, like he's begging for Faraday to clarify that he's just joking.
He reaches back for the whiskey bottle so he can top his glass back up, finally locating the little bottle so he can tuck it into his back pocket casual as you like, turning his disbelief on the other man now. "You're joking, yes?"