[A smile flickers briefly onto Firo's face when Hank mentions the relentlessly pleasant people--yep, he's run into some of those here.

He reaches over and grabs a cloth off a nearby box to wipe off the outside of the now-full bottle. The smile fizzles out at Hank's question, as Firo has the very familiar feeling of being screwed with.]

Don't be an asshole about this. [He still thinks Hank knows what he means! He sighs a long-suffering sigh.] Look, if you come and bang on the door in the middle of the night, you just might get your ass beat.