As your footsteps clicked across the casino floor, a loud whistle erupted from the bar. Upon looking for the source, you were met with Cuphead's crude, salacious smirk. "What? It's a compliment! Ain't I allowed to butter up the new meat?" He laid his cheek on his hand, grinning as if he hadn't done anything. "Come on sweetheart, let me fix you a drink. Somethin' to loosen up the li'l prude."