Salvador relaxed on the couch as he always did when he wasn't practicing with his guns. During the time he wasn't drawing and re-holstering his pistol in the blink of an eye he was in the back shooting cans. He'd even requested Victoria quote "<span style="font-style: italic">...build him some kinda pop up thingie so he could practice his quick draw.</span>" since she refused to be shot for training purposes. Something Salvador teasingly found very rude of her.<br/><br/>He looked back at his partner and scowls at her. "<span style="color: #4000FF">First off, y'all know I hate being called Salvy, Vic...</span>" His southern drawl nearly impossible to ignore thanks to it's thickness. He sits up. "<span style="color: #4000FF">Second off y'all know it's my favorite show! Kitchen Nightmares! That Gordin' Ramsey is a heck of a guy! Kinda handsome too, to be honest.</span>" He said in his usual blunt, partly awkward, partly endearing earnestness. "<span style="color: #4000FF">Third off... you know I hate those things.</span>" He stands staring at her cigarette, towering over his feminine partner. A Texan steed of imposing proportion. He glares down at her and takes out his gun, putting it in Victoria's hand. "<span style="color: #4000FF">This'll kill ya faster...</span>" He always despised smoking, and usually had something snarky like that to say to Victoria when she did so. This was obviously his way of showing how much he cared as people smoking in the street barely got a passing glance from him.