They were nice trousers, snug too, and Vex had a pretty good body lately to go with his clothes- if he did say so himself. And he probably would at some point.

He wasn't paying enough attention to notice the slip of the tongue, not that he would have cared much even if she had said the full name. And despite the fact that the wine wasn't to his tastes he took another swig, in hopes that it would get better after a few more.

"Mm, yeah, well you don't know that yet." He mumbled to himself after she said 'nice to meet you, Vex', because really. Nice and Vex weren't exactly bosom-buddies. "Yeah, it does. Rainbow flags and all that. That mean you only swing for the ladies, right?" Welcome to Vex's world of broad stereotypes, or he could just be saying that because he was a natural shitstirrer.