Vasquez is still drunk enough that he's swaying a little, the bread not absorbing up all of the alcohol the way he wants it to, which is why when Faraday makes his little promise, Vasquez doesn't see it as a statement, it's challenge. "Then, let's see," he says, full of stupid tonight, apparently. Face hot, body warmed with liquor and want, Vasquez is laid out and not even noticing Faraday's half-compliment.

"If you think this town, it is safe for me, then tomorrow, you take me into town," he says, a thrill bolting through him at even that possibility. "I will show you how charming I can be," he guarantees. "Querido," he mock-croons, stupid and idiotic and latching stubbornly onto a challenge, "I'm going to make such a fool of you when I prove that I could have twice your chances if I really wanted."