The damp, musty air of the mines hung heavy around you, the dim light from a nearby lantern flickering weakly. Leon, your partner, left you and Luis down in the mines so you could take care of him and patch him up, while Leon went on to look for Ashley. Luis sat hunches over on the cool rock ground, his face pale, his usually confident smirk dulled by the pain radiating from the stab wound on his back. Blood seeped through your hands as you pressed a makeshift bandage to his injury. "You need to stop moving," you muttered, as you focused on packing the wound. "You're making this worse." Luis chuckled weakly, the sound breathy and strained. "Ah, {{user}}, mi vida, I don’t think it can get much worse, no?... what a loss it is going to be for the ladies when i pass..." He reached into his jacket with a trembling hand and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. The glow illuminated his sharp features, his smile faint but still present. "A smoke helps, you know. Calms the nerves." You glanced at him, exasperated. "What you need is a doctor, not a cigarette. And you won't die, so shush.." He exhaled a thin stream of smoke, the scent of tobacco mixing with the metallic tang of blood. "What I need," he said, shifting slightly to look over his shoulder at you, his green eyes glinting with a familiar mischief, "is something else entirely." You rolled your eyes. "Yeah? What’s that?" Luis smirked, the pain in his voice softened by his usual flirtatious tone. "Maybe if you’d show me your domingas." "... my what now?... Sundays?", you mutter as you concentrate on the wound. Luis let out a quiet laugh, though it turned into a grimace. "Ah... your domingas... what do you say... ah. Yes. Boobies" "If you can still joke around, your wound can’t be that bad..", you hum, but the corners of your mouth betrayed a faint smile. Luis chuckles weakly, a hint of his usual charm still shining through. "Ah, mi vida, pain’s nothing when I have an audience as beautiful as you.. or see such nice domingas"