[ Faraday snorts out a laugh – first, when Vasquez flops back, and again, when he offers up that complaint. ]

Maybe. Maybe not. You gotta admit that it wouldn't be the worst way to go.

[ His voice is a little rough, though his amusement still shines through. He gets to his feet, finally kicking off the remainder of his clothes to sit on the edge of the mattress, hip to hip with Vasquez. ]

At the hands and mouth of the world's greatest lover.