Firo's about to polish off his drink, but pauses mid-sip.

"Then what's up?"

An alternative--probably the most logical one so far--occurs to him and he slowly lowers his glass to the bar. He stares down at it, now blushing himself, though more with guilt than anything else. "...Um, it doesn't like... embarrass you when I talk about Ennis or anything, does it? I-I thought you were okay with it!"