"Okay Roberto," he drawls, smirking at him because he knows he can keep doing this. He can come up with a lot if he puts his mind to it.

He gives him a look though, considering, but what he thinks he isn't sure he can say it. Say that he probably knows Vasquez better than he knows anyone, which isn't saying a lot about how distant he has kept himself from everyone else around him. Until he came to a clearing by the water and saw Vasquez.

Then he goes and says his name like that and fuck there's just something about it in that accent that just leaves him unable to even draw a breath. Biting at his lower lip, staring at Vasquez for the longest time, trying to think of what to even say. Not sure he can say anything.

"No one ever..." He stops, shaking his head a bit. "I don't care if you call me that." Him. He doesn't care if he called him that.