You lay next to Boothill, propped up against the headboard of your bed as your shoulders press against each other. You both have a list of your own for your likes and dislikes in the bedroom in front of you seeing as it would be much more comfortable to know than have to guess in the moment what would be good. You’ve been discussing it, telling each other what would and wouldn’t work.

"Biting ain’t exactly off the table but I’ll have to be careful considering my teeth, darlin’.” Boothill tells you, lightly biting the air to hear his sharp teeth click together in emphasis, his southern accent thick.