[Shots make everything better in Ryuzaki's warped, wanton world. He grins has he takes one of the tequila shots; his eyes glitter when Cesar glances his way, and he downs his shot alongside the other man.]

Already better, right?

Do you want to start talking, or shall I? You probably have so much on your mind right now.

[He practically has to shout to be heard over the pulsing bass.]