"Well, I'll be a cobra's nephew, yer an ex-assassin? Hell, I never would have guessed they sent an angel o' death fer the fellers they wanted dead. I bet those men at least died with a smile on their lips, right?" Oh, the southerner was laying it on thick, mostly to try and make her laugh a bit at the corny jokes he was making. He sat down next to her and crossed his legs, leaning back against the chair, glass of whiskey in one hand, the other rather close to her arm.<br/><br/>"But in all seriousness, miss Suzy, if'n ye want some company in the hot springs, I'd be a damn lucky fella ta be part of said company. As a matter o' fact, I'd be more than pleasured ta accompany ye." Terry smiled wide, taking a long pull at the whiskey, almost finishing it off, before letting out a loud "Yeehaw!" at the kick the alcohol gave him. "Haven't 'ad whiskey in a good while. Ever try the stuff, miss Suzy?"