He makes a face, seeing as he doesn't think he'd mind a little screaming and kicking, so long as it's the kind where everyone gets to enjoy themselves. He eyes her up and down, slowly, but with clear intent. "You make it sound like a bad thing," he jokes.

He sips at the drink, slouching in the chair that he's gotten used to, watching the way she moves for her hip. "What this place is? I don't know. Not sure I give a fuck. I'm here, I'm safe, I'm fed," he lists. "I have smokes, and there's beautiful women." Beautiful people, but he doesn't say that one out loud.