"You figure?" Reno weaseled downward, trying to spare his hair the ruffling.

No dice.

He'd tolerate it today, if only because Doji was having a rough time of it. "You're just tryin' to get the coffee outta me, aren't you? I can see through your flattery, zoto. Like a... guy who sees through flattery."

It was entirely possible that the rum was getting to him.