Never, baby girl. Don't think I could ever get sick of it. I'm the one who taught you, remember?

[He grins and twirls his fingers in her hair, then has one more hit off the joint. Hell, the very idea of getting sick of her fires makes him laugh, and he nuzzles against the side of her head and kisses her ear.]

You just gotta see me in a tux, then you'll believe me. I gotta stay professional in that 'cause blood's real hard to get outta white fabric.