[ He's a bit heavier than he should be, but that's just flavor text for a super strong vampire. He'll go a bumpin' down onto his behind and glare up at her. He definitely pulled his hand back, stopping himself from slapping her on the leg in return. They aren't friends like that.

They are, however, friends like that in the sense that she actually found the damn thing for him. Double nice. It's enough to lower his hackles, actually, even after she claims her finder's fee. Hey, a good turn is a good turn, even if it's straight to the chest with a glass bottle.

He will not smile at her. All he does is sit behind the counter and lift the bottle from this chest, watching the liquor swirl around inside. ]

Psychotic break? You think he's the sane one? Okay. [ And he'll stand up, put the bottle on the counter, and haul himself onto it again. ] I'd say that we were doing this to piss you off specifically, but that would mean I gave a fuck about anyone but me, and I am a shiiit liar. [ Aaand that's a swig. He'll make a stinkface. That definitely hits different. ]