"Um." She takes her second and hesitates, wincing around the pleasant burn. Well, she can't blame Gabe for not picking up on the tenor of her communications, what with all the sex. She sighs heavily and sets her glass down, reaching up to rub at her face. The other arm remains limp on the table, dragging slightly when she sits up a little straighter.

"That's Dr. Grumpy to you," she says, attempting to sound light and managing only to sound tired. She lets out a faint, brittle laugh. "They, um. They might. Actually I really doubt Rush ever would. He's like Johnny." She frowns moodily at the table. "I just had to give them something. I can't protect them from your brother. I don't know if you can, but..."

She curls inward a bit, shifting her gaze from the table to her arm, staring at it balefully. "They were both pretty pissed," she murmurs, "to find out about his, uh. Interest. In me. 'Cause I never said anything. 'Cause how do you casually mention you're chill with Satan."

She pushes her shot glass over to him in a firm, wordless request for more.