[It's best that if that does happen, they're more drunk for it, as any one of those compliment minus funny, perhaps, would be difficult for Rex to accept. None of them would feel right. Genuine? When he almost never goes outside uncovering his real face? The man can barely let his hair down in front of a stranger without having a mental breakdown.]

Oh, yeah! 'Cause that's the only time a guy like you's ever ruined some upholstery with his jizz!

[Rex lets out a snort, clearly a good deal goofier than usual, in a fairly off-kilter way that... Differs from his typical acerbic outbursts. He rubs the back of his all-too-muscular neck and tilts his head to the side, taking a little too long to answer that question.]

Aaaaah, I dunno! I used to have to chug a one or two gallons of booze before I even felt a light buzz, buuuut... I think I downed, like, a couple of bottles of drinky-drank?

Whatever that means.

[He walks over to a very worn down table, picking up a brown, capped bottle before offering it to Cain in an oddly chipper manner.]

Here ya go! I haven't opened this one yet.

Mostly because I don't want my ugly-ass roomies gettin' into it. Crunchy little motherfuckers...