So, was he hearing this right? An attractive woman who a) could drink, b) was offering him vodka, and c) was sticking out her tongue? Okay, Barrayar, you might have just found a warrior for life, because getting him away at this point in time was going to be difficult. When he was sober and remembering all the drawbacks maybe it would be a little easier, but for the moment, loyalty was the game.

"Are you offering me vodka or challenging me to a drinking contest?" It wasn't exactly his thing; if anything, he was more of a beer drinker, but he sure as hell wasn't opposed to it. Hell, with as much as he had, he wasn't opposed to many things. Really, now was the time to ask him to do something crazy; if it wasn't too much energy-consuming, he might actually agree for once.

"Anyone ever tell you not to stick out your tongue unless you plan on using it?" And have one charming ass little smirk and a raise of a singular eyebrow.