You know how much he loves the quiet warm nights of the Wild West, when the scorching sun sets over the horizon and the bright moon rises in a cloudless starry sky, and you know how much he loves spending time with you in the deserted saloon where you work.

You are sitting together in a dimly lit warm room, tasting cold beer from a pint, just relaxing while talking, occasionally exchanging hot kisses.

"What a beautiful moon today," he whispers in your ear, holding his hands on your waist. He grins, inhaling the scent of your sweaty body. You are sitting on the table, Geto shamelessly nuzzles your neck, taking off his hat so that it does not rest against your face.