[He squints slightly, trying to make out the signs, biting back more laughter. He knows Cesar well enough, especially given their checkered history, to realize that this probably isn't ideal compliance, that he's still trying to move forward with some kind of trick up his sleeve. Ultimately, it's still exciting and intriguing.]

Quieter? You mean somewhere you can hear all the sadness and emptiness?

[He anchors himself on the belt loop, pulling himself up and locking eyes with Cesar, close enough to smell the whiskey on the other man's breath.]

I'm willing to share, but... I can make all the decisions tonight if you want someone to take charge. I'm good at that. I can think of a place in back, an area sectioned off for this kind of thing, with furniture just the right height to bend a man over and give him something to hold onto for dear life. That could be me, if you think you can get it up... or, you know, that could be you...