You like that Johnny Cash shit? [He laughs airily, giving a thin smile.] Don't take yer guns t'town, son, leave yer guns at home?

[Ghoul feels smaller without his layers. Party leans obligingly against him, arms wrapping around his waist. Seems for a second like they'll go around twice.] You hear Kobra, he can go low like Johnny can. Real deep voice, when he wants, right? It's just us. You think about it, just us around here. Nothing else.

[Think about it. Sink in it a while. Party sighs, kisses Ghoul on the cheek before settling back between his lips. Sink. Take it easy. Just them, right here.]