He knew Viv was stand-offish about him, but that made her more fun to play with in the end. He never knew what kind of reaction he might get from her and from her mood, tonight she might break a bottle and castrate him. Part of him didn't want to find out, but the other part was curious.
“The curse of this place,” he murmured. “Guess they at least get fixed once it decides those three days are up.” It was a dark, somber humor but it's what the townspeople did. You either dealt with it or you went up shit creek, no paddle and a whole hell of a lot of guilt that wasn't your fault in the end. “Not your fault, Viv. Shit happens.”
“I was a gentleman of perfect caliber. Didn't hit on her once,” he said in mock innocence, to which it had been true. Jaime wasn't really his type and too young at that for his taste. He had just noticed she was a beautiful young girl and he wouldn't be surprised if soon enough, all the young men were hitting on her. “You afraid someone might steal me away from you before you get a chance on my saddle?”