Oh Rufus. Reno gives a nice, decent appreciative laugh at that, setting the bottle down. This is why he loves him, you know? Because anyone else would say drugs, oh my word, absolutely not, how dare you suggest such a thing, but Rufus practically jumps at the mention as if he's serious about it. Drugs? Fuck yeah, hook me up. They could absolutely not ever, but the thought puts a smile on his face where there hasn't been much of one in days. Maybe even weeks.

"Oh, I dunno. You look like a coke kinda gal to me," he teases. Teases. Jesus christ, Rufus on drugs would be a monster. A hilarious monster, maybe, but the last thing he needs is to make a coke fiend out of his boss. Hell, even he hasn't touched the stuff in... fuck, years. Years and years. And it was only just a few times, it's not like he had a habit or anything. How the hell would he have functioned? No way. Once it gets in the way of his job, it's gonezo. Hence why he isn't all that pressed about not being offered a glass. He's not been drinking much since the bar incident.

"Sadly I didn't bring any with me, so you'll have to settle for the mediocre wine. I'm glad y'ain't busy, though. I'm bored and you're the only fun person around." Yeah. Sure. That's why he's here.