"Self-deprecation is boring, you're quite right," he replies in gentle accusation, amused by Victor's attempts to push him away and not having any of it. Angrier, more violent men have tried to dissuade Rupert from talking to them and failed; Rupert simply beams at the other man in response and 'clinks' his plastic cup against Victor's upper arm in lieu of anything else to clink it against.

"Prost. Do you know any entertaining bastards?"