"It's a good experiment," Stiles tells her enthusiastically, like that's even remotely related to the question she asked him. He picks up his shot and squints at the little bit of liquid left at the bottom of it. "Oops."

He gets distracted by a salarian walking by - look, this bar is mostly krogans right now, it's a distraction - and then his gaze snaps back to York. "Uh, actually, the experiment is looking good. Really good." To be honest, Stiles doesn't remember what he was experimenting for. How drunk he could get, maybe?

He licks the salt off his palm and finishes the little bit of tequila.