Vega
Vega shrugged, far too focused on ingesting every last inch of the spicy concoction and sweating like an intense inferno - despite all that he seemed utterly unphased, and didn't show any pain at all. In fact, he looked like he enjoyed it.
"Oh, it's you. Sur- wait, a *pebble*? Pffffffffffffffft! I.. pfftt... pfftwahahahahahah! Oh my god, oh god! Really? Is that true Lily? My... ohohohohoho! A pebble. A pebble! I just, I... hahahahaha!" He rubbed his temple and snuggled with the smol demon, but if anything it was more of a distraction to keep himself from guffawing any harder at the squirrel-girl. The alcohol may have helped a bit, his mood was exuberantly great. But why wouldn't it be? "Sure, sure. Aaah, gosh, just imagining it made my day. You're paying for your meal though, this isn't a charity."
A pebble.
And that's when a daint finger trailed down her back with a pleasurable stroke - almost touching her tail's base, but trailing around the thin line where the back ended and the appendage started. "Now then... who exactly do you think you are? I can sing my own praises just fine missus, but if you talk on my behalf again I will tie you up and hang you upside down the tower whence you came. And that is an irrevocable promise." He said that with unmistakeable affection, to the point it didn't sound like a reproach at all - but an excuse to spank her thick butt right in front of everyone.
Its not even like it was beneath him. Any who dealt with him long enough knew he tended to be quite eccentric when it came to his pleasures. He gulped down another shot of sake greedily and laughed. "Ahhh, life is too short to bore yourself with restraint. Wouldn't you agree, friend Nanako?"