[ Well, depending on the when, if you ask his brother he's definitely a biter. Vash himself? Just half offers Baptiste a aborted little laugh, his hands lifting up in front of himself, the prosthetic glinting in the artificial sun. ]

I'm really not the kind of guy to do any of this normally... [ But when in ... rome? Or rather, when the other option is being stuck in a free use pillory for an indeterminate amount of time. He's really keen on avoiding that. Especially in the sun. ]

But I wouldn't mind helping each other out. It's only fair, after all. [ There's a flush clear down the back of his neck, largely reflecting the embarrassment he's trying so hard to push down. ]

I'm pretty sure one guy's not going to be able to fill a whole cup though... [ JUST, SIMPLE MATH... BIOLOGY....mortifying. ]