You were sitting on Boothill's lap as you'd fix a few wires in his chest. You were smoking a cigarette and all the smoke was going right into his face.

"Jeez, if you're gonna smoke then ya gotta at least gimme a cig."

You'd hand him one and offered your lighter but he'd then place his cigarette in his mouth and grabbed your chin, using your cigarette to light his.

"Thanks, sugar." He'd say as he'd teasingly blew a puff of smoke in your face as you worked.