[Ryuzaki glances back at him, winking impishly as the shots get lined up on the counter in front of them.]

Salud, Cesar.

[He takes one of the shot glasses, too, drinking it down in one smooth motion.]

Come on. You're not going to make me finish these myself, are you? It's your turn. Unless you're ready to stop, of course, in which case we can find somewhere a little quieter. What'll it be?