Vasquez opens his mouth to argue again, but stops and frowns. English isn't his first language, but it's good enough, though there are times like this when he has to pause and think about what's been said to make sure that it's right. It sounds almost like they're saying the same thing.

At least, he thinks they are, they just keep hiding it with insults and lashing out.

"Guerito," Vasquez finally says, breathing out slowly, "you're not too slow to watch my back, you're still faster on a gun than anyone here, except maybe Billy and a knife. I mean, you are stupid," he allows, seeing as that part of Faraday's self-insult is true, because men get stupid when they get drunk. "Drunk, stupid, a bastard cabron," he lists, but the anger is starting to melt away and in its place is an understanding hint of a smile.

"No one else I'd want watching my back," is how he finishes. "Unless you have better offers?"

Maybe next time he wants something, he won't make them go through so much suffering to get it, but Vasquez never did like things easy.