If you keep ordering me drinks and that's what you want? Sure.

[Do not look for modesty in this man, he has none. He's leaning ever so slightly in toward Tony, lips moving against his thumb as he spoke - before the tip of his tongue darts out to touch the tip of it soon after. All the while he's looking at Tony with a relaxed, low-lidded gaze. It'd be easier on him to just strip down too, so - he wins either and every way, he thinks.]

I like red wine, by the way. After the champagne's all gone.