Majima wraps an arm around Harley's hips and tucks a loose lock of hair back into her braids with his free hand. He can't hide a snicker as the layers of Amelia's revelations unfold.

He's never heard those drink names before, but they tickle his drunken, juvenile sense of humor. "HAH! They're aptly named, what with bein' all creamy."

There's a finger being wagged in the rogue's direction. "Ya finally comin' around, Amelia-chan? I told ya, karaoke mixes great with drinks."