"It might very well be the only way you'd get me to go home with you in the first place," Warrick countered, still smiling despite the painful pull of his shoulder when he reached behind him to brace against another bumpy section of road. He deserved a massage after this trip. The medical center on the base would likely have a physical therapist and Warrick would be taking advantage as soon as possible.

Toreth seemed more relaxed now, which comforted him more effectively than the lack of gunfire in the air. The danger might not be completely over and done with but things were apparently back on track enough for the Corporal to start flirting with him again. What would it be like, he wondered, to have a one-off with a military man? He'd never been tempted before, as most of his encounters with the Royals had been frankly antagonistic affairs in which he tolerated them at best. He didn't come to this country to correct the failings of the Defense Ministry and he didn't come here to roll around the sheets with grunts either.

Still, he imagined it would be a hell of a ride. He let his eyes roam over Toreth again, lingering at his hands and the way the man casually held his weapon, long fingers cradling the grip away from the trigger. Relaxed but ready to slip into lethality between one breath and the next and every bit of him dangerous.

"No, I don't think 'decency' would factor into things at all," he murmured, just barely audible above the growl of the engine.