Vasquez shrugs, like he doesn't give a shit what he says about the Comanches (Red's not here to kill him, after all), but still, "Goodnight?" he reiterates with a disbelieving look, because fine, the Indians can have weird names, but Goodnight is not normal.

"Sure, I'm staying with him for warmth, but I have my own bedroom," he says. "And there's a third one, so you're coming with me," Vasquez insists, opening the door to the inn to head up to the room he's temporarily been in to fetch some cigarettes and a jacket. "You don't get rid of me that easily, querido."