Vasquez's grin is a slow-growing thing, but he's laughing noiselessly soon enough, having the fucking time of his life as he works his hand over Bobo, wanting to keep him pinning in place, but he's run out of hands.

So this will have to do. "That's it," he coaxes with a manic grin. "How are you going to go back to the party?" he taunts. "Hmm? Like this? Knowing I had you like this?"