[Two can play at this game. Vasquez sets his own glass aside, since it clearly isn't going to be filled any time soon. He makes a show of readying himself, rolling up his sleeves, standing directly in front if Faraday. It's really a matter of pride now, and, well. There are worse fights to get into.]
Allow to me say in advance that you are welcome.
[His hands go to Faraday's face, moving to settle under the man's jaw while Vasquez's thumbs rest against Faraday's cheeks. It's the easiest way to draw him in and avoid escape, and the press of lips this time is still insistent, but moderately gentler than before.]
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Allow to me say in advance that you are welcome.
[His hands go to Faraday's face, moving to settle under the man's jaw while Vasquez's thumbs rest against Faraday's cheeks. It's the easiest way to draw him in and avoid escape, and the press of lips this time is still insistent, but moderately gentler than before.]