She turns to face him as his fingers brush over her skin.

"Oh, why not," she sighs, as if she were begrudgingly doing him the biggest favor in the world.

"But try to put in an appearance for at least the second half of the night, okay? Some fangbangers don't know what to do with themselves if you're not here to be fawned over." She pats him lightly on the very spot where he'd been shot.