Maurice hums thoughtfully. That does sound tasty. He can't believe he's thinking about alcohol after what happened...or...well, yeah. He can. And does it matter? While he's still bummed, the abject misery is melting away in favor of curiosoty about this other guy.

And then he inks himself.

"Oh, uhhhh, yeah I been watchin' your tail there. I think you've got a leak."