Please, call me Faust! Hardly anyone calls me Johann these days. [Also u gotta earn first name privileges, punk.]

[He snickers at the pout on Chuuya's face, resisting the urge to pat him on the head like the well-behaved dog he is... you know, for now. He might get more handsy after a few drinks.]

Ah, but a drinking contest, hm? And just what do I get when I win?