Got no plans on it, Fun Ghoul. [A lot of it in his hair. It's running pink down his back. Sighing low, Party slips a hand up to stroke through the back of Jesse's hair. Straighten it out. Get it clean.] Not if you stay with me. Understand?

M'goin nowhere. [His palm rests at Ghoul's neck. Party bows to kiss his shoulder.] This ain't you. I promise.