The blonde alchemist noticed that the now-brunette storekeeper had leaned towards him. She also had a coy smile on her, and those mannerisms tipped him off. It was as if she was feeling him and consensually asking him to do whatever he pleased on his mind. And because of that, Neo had a smug smile on his face. She was enticing her to him, and this was despite his insistence that she shouldn't give him another chance. Such thought made him proud of himself and his abilities as a sexual creature.<br/><br/>Neo sipped more liquor, before saying "Don't fuckin' ask me about places and jobs, gurl. Ain't nevah had no care about shit like dat. But yeah, don't just decide to quit yo' job w'en ya' don't have any fuckin' clue 'bout where to look next. I mean, Sid's a faggot, but we don't know yet how much of a faggot he is. I'm not sayin' dat you should give 'im a chance, he's a fag anyway, but you should give yo' job a chance. It's nah like dis shitstorm righ' here is a daily part of being a store keeper." Neo kept his casual and laid-back attitude around her, but he knew that he'll have to reveal himself for later.<br/><br/>He took another gulp of the whiskey. "But yeah," he said. "The bottom-ass line: Don't decide shit fo' now 'bout yo' dead-end job. 'Cause dat's bettah than havin' no job at all." Neo was about to take a stick of cigarette from his pocket, until he realized that he was out of cigarettes. He sighed and kept talking. "But there's there's few mo' fuckin' thangs dat we need to sort the fuck out. Like how are we going to break to mah outfit dat the Baphoms are strapped like a buncha' shitskin terrorists. Or why the fuck did dey steal the skull. Or how are we going to cut the curse dead. Or who da fuck sent that goddamned Gehenna message." He then took another sip, then wrapped his arm around Lexi's shoulders. "Or, more importantly..."<br/><br/>He then leaned closer to Lexi, as he whispered on her ear. "...I want tear off ya' clothes and fuck yo' brains out."