Corbin grins and chuckles, feeling the relaxation start to seep in, he knows that he hasn't had enough for it to actually hit him yet, but his brain knows what's coming.

"Damn right we're the hot date." He gets some of a sweet bite sized pastry as Max inhales... and promptly tries to cough up a lung.

He smiles, handing him a glass of water. "Here, have a drink, it'll settle. You shoulda seen me the first time I hit off a bong, coughed for five fuckin minutes." He had been way too enthusiastic about the whole thing, which was why he'd tried to warn Max. But well, there was no lesson like the one your own bad decision gave you.

He took his own drag from the hookah, and he didn't try anything fancy with it, he wasn't here to try and impress anyone after all. He just blew a cloud of smoke out over their heads, adding to the general haze that was omnipresent in a place like the Lion, sinking back into the pillows with a content sigh. "I'll give em this, I ain't sure where they get their 'lark, but it's always good shit." He suspected they added something to it, but he also didn't much mind.