Kevice could breathe easy once he was convined Vasyli hadn't taken his words the wrong way, or blown up in his face at the accusations. He too was guilty of thinking Vasyli was some harmless pretty high elf who was nothing more than face, at least at some point that belief had him trying out his luck on the man. At the talk of humans and just how sick or cruel they could be, the half-elf was ever so neutral in opinion, simply staring with a bit of loss for words. "Hm.. I don't find offense, no. I'd like to say they're just regular folk, growing up around nothing but humans, y'know? But I guess there are a lot of differences." Kevice wasn't used to elves, he met a few, mostly half-elves, and even then ones with small teeth and small mouths and little legs and arms, tiny waists, the whole package. Nothing like him. No one fought like him either, a mess of what a lot of the human youth back in his day would deem unseemly or unfair. Hair pulling, teeth gnashing, and Kevice always brimmed with excitement whether he won or not. Nothing could stop him from grinning like an idiot as long as his jaw wasn't broken.<br/><br/>"You think it's instinctual.. like, in your blood, the whole elf thing? That it's more than just ears, the differences." He never attributed his differences to race, especially with the freakshow preformances out on the streets. To Kevice, it was just him being a complete weirdo, and he was fine with that, more than content with grossing people out than most should be. It was an interesting prospect that Vasyli brought up whether he realized it or not.<br/><br/>Of course, all that thought seemed to get tossed out the moment he saw the elf reveal his stash of booze, and not the fruity wines he took his tastes for. "You bet your ass I can! Do you really think it's harder to swallow than oil? That stuff sticks to the throat, it's not fun messing up an act like that." He waved his glass around, the barest of wine sitting in it's bottom. "I'm one in anyway on this weak shit you said you like. If anything you should've told me, I would've brought back something more fun." Kevice was so worried about Vasyli's palatte that he didn't bother with alcohol content, grimacing all disgruntled as he picked up the shorter bottle and taking a few swigs as if to prove a point-- or to get back at the elf. Pushing it back at Vasyli, he leaned over to set the glass down on the first hard surface he could reach before pulling up his legs to cross beneath him and pat his thighs with a heavy sigh.<br/><br/>"Ahh! It's different you know! That was all you being weird." Kevice was quick to put the blame on Vasyli over last night's tension, regardless of how responsible he seemed before. "It's strange eh?  Like I'm not gonna cozy up to ya all soft-like." Not out of the ordinary, but as he got louder in tone, in his movement, his back alley accent grew especially harsh. "Maybe you're thinking of when I tried you out-- Or, no..! That's bad wording, but tried to see, eh? I mean, it's not embarrassing or nothin' but I usually do when something's pretty looking. You're a prideful shit anyway, not like you don't get that a lot." Kevice could feel the light stir of a buzz, but the stammering and bad speech, that was all just him. And he got even more flustered at how calm Vasyli was all the time when he wasn't at risk of falling down the stairs in a high stupor. "Anyway, that's weird. It's not something friends should talk about is it. S'all old news anyway, I'm not like that human you know. He's real keen about everything.. Hey, you think actually, it might be age? After living so long, you sort of get used to people not caring for ya. It's all natural, not everything works out in the end. Best to move on. If Osran lived half as long as elves did maybe he'd get tired of being so confrontational."<br/><br/>Kevice took the bottle again, and took a relatively smaller drink than before.. by comparison, at least. "Shit's exhausting. But all that out the window, doesn't matter if I can function the next day does it. What does Mathis think he's gonna do with it? I'll work for fuckin' peanuts before I leave. You're all stuck with me!" That fact seemed to give him a stroke of pride, beaming with some weird sense of accomplishment in the face of his own stubbornness.