Yeah. Apparently he's also bitches, accordin' to him an' how flustered he got after I blew smoke into his mouth. Then I fell off my bike.

[ and maybe Dante's reward for weathering this storm can be vulnerability, levity and just a little softness as Wolfwood allows the other man to insert himself into his space, his experience, nuzzling at Wolfwood as the black-haired man just grins a little and loosely frames Dante's head in his arms, sighing and settling in on him. ]

I'm always ornery. That's the secret. [ it doesn't work even slightly, you smug bitch ] I dunno. Apparently they're good little bitches. I should probably charge for them or somethin'.

[ and then he kisses Dante anyway, eyes closing slow as he relaxes into it. ]