Cleckus clicked his mandibles against the inside of his mouth, then turned away slowly to collect the offered drink. Now, by all accounts, a creature with pincers measuring half the size of a human, that are strong enough to chop through armor plating, is never something to laugh at, or about... Until you watch said pincers try to handle a shot glass. Using only the very tip ends, the Zebian struggled to get a good grip without breaking the frail little thing... With the way those eyes worked, it was hard to tell if he was looking sidelong at Jinx or not.<br/><br/>Finally managing the tiny glass container, he tossed it back without thinking, thick scaly tongue stroking over his beak. Looking over again, he leaned closer to the barkeep slightly. The spines on his back rising as the plucky little mammal spoke to the woman... A low, steady sound, somewhere between a hiss and chirping click reverberated from his diaphragm(assuming he had one). Was he being possessive?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>