Vasquez shrugs as he gives him a deliberately challenging look. "I mean," he says, "most of the time with men back home, it was other vaqueros on the trail and it was out in the middle of nowhere." A hand's a hand, a mouth is a mouth, and it's not like Vasquez has ever been picky about where he gets his pleasure.

"Are you so fussy that you want a bed?" he asks, though he'd prefer one to sleep in, of course. It's just that for the first bit, it's not really necessary.