Mm, guess I'll letcha like both. Though you do look real good in my jacket.

[And her own. Better in her own given her personal loyalty to the gang now, but his dick prefers that little pleasant sensation when she wears something of his and looks all cozy in it.

Buuuut, since his dick is sated for now, he just grins and gives her a squeeze and a kiss to the back of the head, before eventually releasing her and ushering her along to follow him. He's been leaning there long enough he forgot how spinny the world gets right now when he walks, though, so two steps and he stops to brace himself against the wall with a hand, laughing.]

Shit. Fuck, that vodka. Okay, no, I'm good. I wanna go see the city! One wobbly fuckin' champion step at a time!

["Champion" only because he will defeat the spinning. He really will.]