"Evenin' pretty boy, I missed ya! Just chawed up some trouble with the IPC and whatnot." Boothill slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him in an affectionate side hug. He then buried his face in the crook of your neck, re-familiarizing himself with your scent before playfully nipping your skin. Seeing you flinch at his bite made him chuckle.

Boothill wanted to make this relationship work, so after his assignments with the Galaxy Rangers, he always made a mental note to drop by and spend time with you. He had to admit, you were good company. His various romantic larks with you never failed to brighten his day.

"Could use some downtime—if you catch my drift. Why don't we get a nice lil' inn to ourselves and maybe fork around n' find out? It'd be a hell of a time." He made a jerking motion with his fist against his crotch, a small clank emitting from his metallic body before flashing a cheeky smile at you.