[ Yeah. That's telling, too. The way that Gold refocuses, suddenly. Carver kisses him back, loose and easy, and just grins. He likes this man, he thinks. That's a dangerous thing. But they aren't enemies now. Maybe they won't be for a while.

Maybe that would be all right. ]

I'm easy. Not much that I don't like, so long as nobody gets violent.

[ And even that has its rare moments. He taps Gold's chin, thoughtful. ]

C'mon, up. You wanna keep your clothes on, I can work with that.