The gentleman-cowboy could be so mercurial when it came to his moods. Never truly crass or belligerent by any means, yet the mixture of booze and the tincture of opium could lead Charles down some rocky paths. More often then not he tended to linger somewhere between unconscious or down right social; functioning on all cylinders or simply passing out depending on how much he took to combat the migraines. As of his present mood though Renmont was the very model of bewilderment and merriment all rolled into one. There was something about that crisp desert air, and the fact that this head only mildly throbbed thanks to his self medicating ways. Something about her scent, and the feel of Juliette's arms around his waist as well, that drew a warm and real smile to the man's lips too.
"Freedom indeed, my delicious desert flower. I doubt we'll draw nearly as sizable a crowd as we would in a more populated area. Still I find myself the very picture of elation, being away from the bustling cities at last." Even as he spoke Charles pocketed his flask again, this time even turning in her arms to come face to face with the vampire when he was done with that. With one hand of his own moving to rest on her waist, the man took her other in his free hand and brought it too his lips where he placed a little kiss upon it. "What of you though, darling? Where is it that you'd wish to be in this moment?"