Seeing Zareen down the rest of her drink, Neril, actually, looked a little surprised. Was she actually going to take up his offer? He'd seen it before (well, never for him), the woman agreeing but preferring to dull the experience slightly...
But no, she was choking... because she was laughing? Well, if she thought him funny he still might have a chance. He could work with that...
And then there was the insult... and the threat... Hmm... He'd been down this road before. It never seemed to end well but... She seemed sincerely insulted, so it was time to play it off.
"Oh come on, it was funny... Yours," he bit his lip in thought, "yours was just mean and scary." His brow furrowed and, for a moment, he look like a overlarge concerned child. It was a comical expression for a man his size. Turning to his own drink, he took another long swig.
"However," he continued, unphased by her surly comments and cold attitude, "your taste in alcohol and," he glanced around meaningfully, "venue is wonderful. Cheers to whatever you're trying to drown," he raised his glass, not caring that hers was now empty. Yes, it was that evident that Zareen was trying to get drunk for a reason. Neril was, after all, a master at that game.
"Oh, funny that you ask--my name's Neril," he introduced himself with a smile, "and if you promise my balls will stay where they are, I'll buy the next round--" he quickly held up his hands "--innocent binge-drinking, I promise."