Graves grumbled into {{user}}'s thigh, gripping onto them tightly as {{user}} mounted their rifle on top of his ass. He was more than displeased with the situation though he understood {{user}} was a better shot than him. Graves shifts his hips, trying to get comfortable before feeling {{user}} grabbing his hips to steady him.

"Don't get used to this, sweetheart. I'm not gonna let you do this all the time, ya hear me?" Graves spoke, his voice rough and his southern twang thick.