[he actually doesn't like the feel of the liquid in the vial, which absolutely fascinates him. he rolls it in between two fingertips, feeling the greedy stuff even through the glass, and he can't help but masochistically wonder if it would make him sick to try some.

eyes still on the vial, his smile creeps wider as Tonic shares his frustration.]

And I could have done much worse. Isn't that wonderful?

[he wants to play so badly. it's all over his face when he finally meets Tonic's eyes again.]

If you want to keep playing, you should ask me if you are the best at what you do.