He snorts at that, rolling his eyes. "I'm not worried what he thinks of me," he says, still having a bitter taste in his mouth for the Cajun riding off, even if Vasquez says he came back. Though at that challenging question, he smirks at him.

"You do. You say it," he taunts, sounding smug though he's not going to point out to him just why he believes this. He know it's true though. Just like his sharp words don't mean he doesn't care about Vasquez either.

"If this involves cleaning up your horse, or begging, you're going to just get nicknames. Oh. I'll just start guessing, Carlos," he says, grinning wide then, amused with himself. Which isn't hard for him to do, amuse himself.

"Maybe you can bite my ass," he says in cheerful tones, striding along beside him.