"Nooooo, no no no, don't!" he exclaims. He lets Lan Zhan catch his hand to pull the mostly-empty shot glass away, but counters it by trying to drag the other shot glass toward him protectively. "You said! You said. It's very rare. We can't waste it, Ingress, what will Madam Bar think?"

Just like their evening in London Above, Ingress's laughter is catching: he's beginning to snicker midway through his words, too.