Valyna's words took Clay by unexpected surprise. He softly smiles, his face somewhere between blushing and embarrassment. He looks away.
"Yea tried that once, but the whiskeys weak and there's no good fights. I much prefer it here."
He pulls out a half full bottle of fine whiskey as an example and pours half a glass before swigging straight from it. He lets out a small satisfied gasp as the liquid burns it's way down his throat. 

He looks to the newcomer as he slides the glass across the table. With a nod he says "on the house"

"Besides" he says again finding Valyna's eyes as he leans back in closer.
"Why go out there where everyone you meet are a bunch of superficial pratts, when I can just wait right here and all the beautiful interestin ladies will come right up to me."

Clay speaks a little more slow and softly, toying with the words.
A playful cheeky smile crawls across his lips.