"Because I'm on a budget, as I just explained." Iman takes another swig. The wine is thin and vinegary as hell, but whatfuckingever, in a few more sips she'll be way too drunk to know the difference anyway. "If it bothers you that much you can always extend some generosity and upgrade me."

She's not really fishing. Mostly because she doesn't think he'll do it, and mildly because she doesn't think she wants favors from Satan.

She eyes his vodka suspiciously. "Are you trying to tell me that's any better?"