Birkin took a quick sip of his newly-refilled glass. "If I have enough of an emotional connection to someone, it really doesn't matter to me if it's repro... Recrip..." He let out a quick groan of frustration. "If the other person gives me one back." Never drinking again. Ever.

"I was just... Because of the rum it's hard to..." The scientist paused and smirked slightly, ignoring the burning in his face. He was still sober enough to be sarcastic. Might as well take advantage of that fact. "I'm just trying to confess how extraordinarily handsome I find you." Birkin tried to bat his eyelashes for a few seconds before he gave up and burst into uproarious laughter. Right. As if.