[He's feeling the buzz of the vodka more strongly now than he has in his duration in the City, but he chalks it up to swigging it quickly and the smug thrill he's receiving from Archer's attention--the healing factor will surely prevent him getting much more than a buzz, at any rate, so he takes another throatful, his absurd arm muscles flexing as his tilts the bottle upward.]
no subject
You want an autograph, chief?