Tony did his best impatient pout, hand on his hip and sighing with a tapping foot, that didn't work as well when he glanced around warily, searching for the predator that would creep up on them while they were just standing here looking at the ground. "If you were trying to call me," he said, a pointed if because this was not his concession to Tommy's hypothesis in the least, "I would respond better to appeals to my base urges. Not..." He flapped a hand at Tommy's confused combination of warding fetishes on top of his alphabet. "You said it wanted a drink. That's first date territory."