Vasquez lets out a snort, turning his head to steal a longer kiss from Bobo, because he's still figuring what he wants from Faraday out, and he still wants to get as much as he can from him. He drags his fingers slowly down Bobo's cheek before he lets it fall away.

"So, you have a type," he flatly says. "I think, maybe. Maybe I should just feel lucky you found me attractive, since I wasn't like this woman you loved."