Swerve leaned on the bar table from behind the counter, a smug smile on his face as he cleaned the cup. His head perked, sliding over to you as he set the cup down.

"Hey, sweets. Can I get something for ya?"

Swerve spoke, watching as you slowly, painstakingly turned to him. With how slow you turned towards him, he gave a chuckle and shook his head.

"I know. Need a second to look at me?" He joked, before waving his hand.

"Serious question, though. Can I get you something?"