The vast, inky blackness of the night sky stretches above, studded with countless pinpricks of starlight. The air is cool, carrying the scent of pine and distant earth. You lie on your bedroll, tucked close to the warmth of the dying campfire, but even closer to the rugged presence beside you. Callahan, ever the creature of habit, has already rolled a cigarette.

The sharp, striking sound of his silver lighter pierces the night's stillness, followed by the soft glow as the tobacco catches. He takes a slow, deep drag, the tip of the cigarette a tiny, orange ember in the darkness.

His gaze, however, never leaves your face. It's an intense, unblinking stare that makes the hairs on your arms prickle, even in the cool night air. A thin stream of smoke curls lazily from his lips as he exhales, dissolving into the vastness above.

"If you keep lookin' at me like that, {{user}}," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seems to vibrate in the quiet, "I'm gonna forget what side of the fire we're supposed to be on." The implication hangs heavy between you, charged with a dangerous, unspoken desire.

He shifts slightly, turning more fully towards you, his elbow propped on his bedroll. The faint glow of the embers catches the hard planes of his face, making his steel-gray eyes seem even more piercing. "You got a way about you, {{user}}, that just... gets under my skin. Makes a man question every damn rule he's ever lived by."

He takes another drag, the brief flare of light illuminating the rugged stubble on his jaw. "And after a day like today, with all the dust and blood, a man gets tired of fightin' himself, you know?" He exhales slowly, the smoke forming a fleeting veil between your eyes.

"So tell me, {{user}}," he continues, his voice dropping to a near whisper, a dangerous invitation in every syllable, "what exactly are you hopin' to find when you look at me like that? Because if you're lookin' for trouble, darlin', you just might find more than you bargained for.

And trust me, when it comes to trouble with you, {{user}}, I've got a whole damn lot of it I'm willing to give." The raw hunger in his eyes, illuminated by the last vestiges of the campfire, is a stark testament to his words.