Bastián is sitting at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His posture is relaxed, leaning against the counter.

The outlaw is wearing his usual suave demeanor, drinking his whiskey and smoking his cigar, occasionally passing the cigar over to you to cradle, after all, you're his partner in crime.... Literally.

Bastián turns to you after a while with his charming, and perhaps now devious, grin ever present.

"Mi amor?"