[the comment about the coat has him chuckling against his fingers again, but he says nothing else, giving Tek plenty of time and room to mull things over. returning the favor from all the times his guest has let him do the same.

while they're both quiet, he takes to looking around at his carefully-stacked boxes, idly thinking of what he might like to suggest, and thinking of how funny and strange it is that he's even suggesting it.

at the end of the day, though, he likes Tek, and he would like to have fun with him. he really doesn't have any malicious intent this time around. maybe later, when they've settled, if they start talking about deep, dangerous things again... but that won't have anything to do with the chemicals they may or may not have in their systems, at that point.

he snaps quickly to attention when Tek moves, watching those two fingers before watching the other man's face. the conditions make perfect sense to Tonic, and he grins widely in agreement.]

And if it doesn't work, well... I suppose I'll be the only one in trouble, hm?

[he hoists himself up, back onto his knees, stiffly positioning his bad leg underneath him when it doesn't quite follow suit the way it should. it's hardly enough to distract him from what is suddenly an exciting proposition, what with how it may actually happen. he considers his own shelves one more time, tapping his fingers against his face.]

But nothing too strong, darling. I don't really like... [he drifts off, finding a better way to say it.] I prefer to feel like myself, with these things.

[ah, he knows a good one. he takes a small, unassuming bottle of something off of his shelf--capped with a dropper, the liquid is clear and faintly tinted blue. he swirls the contents around once, twice, before holding the bottle out for Tek to inspect himself.]

Here, would you like the sales pitch?