[Well, there it is. Confirmation of what he'd expected already. Whatever previous incarnation of himself was here has definitely slept with Dabi, and he doesn't know what to think about that. Part of him recoils from it, as if finding out he'd done something incredibly kinky that he'd be embarrassed to admit.

Part of him feels that flush of heat again, and gold eyes stay locked on Dabi's face, even as he takes another long pull from his glass of beer. When the other man orders another round, he tilts his head back and chugs the rest of the beer, his throat exposed and adam's apple bouncing a little with each swallow. After he puts the cup back down on the bar, he lifts his hand and wipes at his mouth with the back of it, eyes still on Dabi's face.]

Fuck and be fucked, huh?

[It's lazy, a little drawled, and as the bartender drops off another beer, he picks it up to sip, trying to work out what to say. Dabi is right, as much as that rankles him, he's right when he says they should play nice, not be having wars and fights in this place. But fucking?]

So it is true then. I thought it might be, when you called me 'pretty bird' but I wasn't sure.

[Leaning in to the bar, he rests his elbow against the edge of it and plops his chin into his own palm, still making eye contact. When he speaks again, his voice is still low and drawly and maybe a touch hoarse from that heat that suffused him at the thought of it.]

I've got to say, I hope I was a good lay.

[Lifting his free hand, he makes a "V" with his fingers, eyes sinking shut as he grins at the other man.]