"I think I might come by sometimes. Its kinda strange not hearing loud music and wrestling announcers all the time, but its not too shabby," he said, omitting the part about her presence enhancing the new experience. Maybe he didn't need to say it. His gentle thumb made it pretty clear, he hoped, that he was enjoying her there.<br/><br/>When she spoke again, a little rush of the desire for revenge that got him to accept this job in the first place bubbled under the surface, but he managed to put a lid over that pot before it became too strong. He knew what she meant to say. Like he'd thought before coming here, she was the one who'd killed him. Boomer scowled nonetheless, but his voice didn't convey it. "Hey, we picked the fight. You did what you had to."<br/><br/>It slipped out before he could prevent it, before he could command it to stay locked away in his mind. It just sneaked out, much like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the party scene in True Lies. It came out like it was the only possible thing to say. By the time someone called him on his not supposed to have been there, it was too late.<br/><br/>"I'm kinda glad you found my weakness. Now that it won't kill me, you can kiss me whenever you feel like it."<br/><br/>Though enjoying his view of Princess defeating and defiling Buttercup immensely, a thought poked through Butch's brain. "I bet Boomer is doing something stupid right now."