[ The use of his mother tongue earns Vasquez a low level look, but beyond that, Faraday doesn't offer any further complaint.

He thinks he can figure that one out with his context clues, anyway.

The polite thing would be to offer Vasquez more of the bottle, despite his words.

But Faraday is not known for his manners.

He's artificially imperious when he says, ]

Well, if you insist.

[ Faraday takes him at his word, refilling his own glass with a surprisingly steady hand. He keeps his gaze fixed on the pour when he carefully offers, ]

Suppose I'll just say it now, so we're both aware of the terms while I'm in my right mind.

[ He sets the bottle aside to tap the side of his neck, where he remembers Vasquez sinking in his fangs. ]

If you're sure on ridin' out the full moon with me, you can take what you need as recompense, so long as you leave me enough to work with.

Wolf or otherwise.