[Vasquez lights up when he gets the needles, mainly because he likes having something to absently do (and because twirling his guns in public keeps getting him frowned at, so maybe he doesn't want to keep that attention on himself. Absently twirling them, he gives her a look like he's judging whether to tell her.]

Vasquez. [Because why not?]

Only very special people get to know my first name. Maybe we'll save that for when you teach me to knit a full sweater, hmm? Come on, show me how these work.

[They look very good for stabbing, but as he spins them one direction, then the other (instinct wanting to tuck them into a holster), he pauses them and wonders when he became an old lady, but if it earns him the company of a beautiful woman, then why not?]