"They can be, depending on how you..." He trails off, seeing the escape Neil is giving and weighing it. He wants to run at this point, really run fast and far, but that helpless expression is really overdoing it.

He groans, loudly, and turns to the cabinet nearby, rummaging until he finds a large bottle of tequila that Raul had given him for his last birthday and two shot glasses. He fills both, then downs both in a quick succession. He sputters incoherently. "I hate tequila," he says by way of explanation, then fills two more and repeats the act.