"Well, I guess, in fairness though? I'd just lost my horse," he says, as if he'd been drinking to mourn him, and not that the drinking had nothing to do with Jack. Not that he expects Vasquez to believe that. "And not like you smelled much better," he taunts, because that's just what you say after that.

He pauses though, chuckling at that. "See, that's how we ended up here. A sane man would have run the other way," he points out, holding him a bit more snugly. "Glad you're not a sane man though."