[Definitely stalling, but Wolfwood isn't going to call him out on that. He just sits there, his expression difficult to read. He does remember it, it's just vague and hazy, like he was watching himself go through the motions instead of actively in control. It's exactly why he'd told Vash that, under no uncertain terms, would he be having any kind of talk with him while that drunk. It would be disingenuous to Vash and to himself and basically spit in the face of the whole point of what he was trying to tell Vash when he kicked him out the first time. The bruise is still on his face, still purple but healing, and it's a grim reminder of what Wolfwood had said. That line he drew quite firmly in the sand between them.

He has to wonder what Vash has learned to think he's ready to tiptoe past that line.

He works the lollipop around in his mouth, pushing it over to one side. He probably should just remove it so they can talk, but he doesn't want to. Having something there to chew on keeps him both focused and grounded, and it will likely remain even when the candy has completely melted away. It's better than sitting there smoking between them, if nothing else.

After a moment or two of tense, uncomfortable silence, Wolfwood exhales slowly.]

I remember. I also remember it ain't been that long since we talked the last time.

[Well, "talked". More like Wolfwood kicked Vash out on his ass, but still.]

And if you've managed to somehow make a grand revelation between then and now, I'd love to hear it.

[There's sarcasm there, sure. But he does mean that, too.

He is choosing to give Vash a chance to speak. One chance.

He wants to see what he'll start with, to see if Mizuki was right.]