you had jesus on your breath (and i caught him in mine)

[vaqueros]

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[peacemakers]

Was just givin' you options.

[ And he turns toward Vasquez, leaning back against the dresser. ]

I know you don't have much of a taste for Jack, after all.

[vaqueros]

I have nothing against him. He is the one who acts like he wants to rip my face off.

[ He gives Faraday a flat glance before tugging on his shirt. ]

[peacemakers]

He's just protective.

[ Which may be a far too diplomatic way of explaining things. ]

Gets jealous when I'm paying attention to anyone but him. That's all.

[vaqueros]

How are you supposed to bring people home when he gets jealous of them all?

[ He scoffs out a laugh, going for his socks and boots. ]

You keep him on your other side, and I'll go with you. Good?

[peacemakers]

Not as though I've got many opportunities to bring anyone home, busy as work keeps us.

[ He hardly sounds bitter for it, though; the near constant adrenaline rush from his work with Statesman has been more than enough to keep him satisfied.

As he's putting on his shoes, ]

He can sense when you're nervous, you know. Better off acting like an asshole, like you usually do.

[vaqueros]

I don't make a habit being mean to animals, guero.

[ Vasquez steps into his boots, bending down to lace them up. ]

Maybe you should work on him tolerating other people, instead.

[peacemakers]

No need. He's a better guard dog, that way.

[ He stands, then, stretching his arms over his head. ]

Plus, he doesn't got much of an affinity for anyone but me. Maybe I'm the jealous type, too.

[vaqueros]

Oh, is that so?

[ It's humorous, slightly rhetorical.

Vasquez straightens up, nodding towards the door. ]

Lead the way.