[ Grady doesn't have the benefit of magical intuition to tip him off, just a couple of decades of experience in watching people, studying their body language, when they're lying or not, whether they're really going to give up the money when asked or if they're just going to pass out the minute they start really feeling some pain. Even through the haze of semi-drunken exhaustion, that knowledge is enough to tell him that the man in front of him is either used to being in situations like this or he's a damn good actor. Either way, Grady's glad that he doesn't have to dissemble or deal with someone too scared to give up what they offered.
He shrugs slightly at the question and finishes cleaning most of the oil off his hands. Getting to his feet takes a few moments, the aches and pains of the fights he's ended up in during the month exacerbated by the lack of sleep and decent food. But he manages it, and walks over to the kitchenette, taking his time to find a glass and pick up one of the cheap bottles of Hart Mart scotch that hasn't been emptied yet.
Pouring out a generous measure, he slides the glass along the counter in Cas' direction. ]
I can suck your dick. Or you can fuck me. And I'll return the favor if you want.
[ Well aware that he's likely overestimating the amount of energy either of them can offer, he lifts a shoulder again to indicate it doesn't make much difference to him either way and takes a pull on the scotch bottle. Wincing at the burn of the liquor into an already acidic system, he sets it down again and pushes off the counter to move around Cas and towards the bedroom. ]
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He shrugs slightly at the question and finishes cleaning most of the oil off his hands. Getting to his feet takes a few moments, the aches and pains of the fights he's ended up in during the month exacerbated by the lack of sleep and decent food. But he manages it, and walks over to the kitchenette, taking his time to find a glass and pick up one of the cheap bottles of Hart Mart scotch that hasn't been emptied yet.
Pouring out a generous measure, he slides the glass along the counter in Cas' direction. ]
I can suck your dick. Or you can fuck me. And I'll return the favor if you want.
[ Well aware that he's likely overestimating the amount of energy either of them can offer, he lifts a shoulder again to indicate it doesn't make much difference to him either way and takes a pull on the scotch bottle. Wincing at the burn of the liquor into an already acidic system, he sets it down again and pushes off the counter to move around Cas and towards the bedroom. ]
C'mon, Romeo.