In fact, he does stop. Though, not the puke, thankfully. He can hold his alcohol a bit better than that, though this is admittedly the first he's had of Persim berry weed. Probably not the best combination for a first time, but it's fine. He's fine. It's certainly a great deal into why he even said as much as he did. Why he could not contain his grief that he's otherwise locked down tight and ignored. One more onerous facet to his ever tiresome existence.

Slowly, he turns to look at Tyler, his eyes squinting a little as he seems to be examining him for a moment. Or, perhaps he looks conflicted, honestly it's hard to tell what he's feeling or thinking. But the weird moment doesn't last overly long, before he signs.

I believe it goes without saying I would be most appreciative if this stayed between us.

It will be bad enough dealing with whatever Steven makes of the information he shared, after all. Not that he thinks Tyler is one to go around and gossip without reason, but...

I know well you have no loyalty to me, and little do I expect it. So, I suppose I am asking this as a favor—man to man—without pretense or aught of the sort. A mere bid for decency.

Because he cannot expect any from Steven, he hopes that he can except the barest minimum from Tyler.