Once, Rufus came into his apartment with a bagful (bag being a misnomer; Tseng's unsure if bag is sufficient enough a word for the kind of transportation packaging Rufus and his ilk carry their things around in) of normal-sized bottles, and tried to get Tseng to just accept the damned things.

Tseng spared him half a look and said, blithely, no thank you - he'd rather he not smell like Rufus all hours of the day. He saves that for the nights.