Don't think Reno doesn't see that, Prez. He sees that, and he sees the really relentlessly gay way Rufus lays himself out half-dressed, beckoning him over, his line delivery as plainly obvious as a third-rate porno. It's so lame and ironic it's funny, which he knows is the intention. He laughs again, more sardonically this time, a muted heheh as he makes his way over. Not to sit on the couch with him, or on him, but to kneel down in front of it on the floor.

Exhausted as he is by everything, he didn't come here to wallow. Or to play it safe, even if they really do need to be careful. You can exercise caution and still live large, and that's what they're both good at doing. "I'd like to subvert your expectations tonight, if ya don't mind, boss," Reno says, hoping his face communicates what he wants it to. It feels like he should have that mischief in his eye, but he also doesn't feel like he's got the energy for it. He's been missing that spark for awhile now. "Let's color outside the lines. Whaddaya say?"