"Those don't even sound that bad. How boring." At least the horrible things are interesting. As he puffs away, he notes someone -- wait, no, there's three of them, and they are slowly heading this way, quietly at first, as not to give themselves away. He talks over the sounds of their distant footsteps, hoping Fetish doesn't notice.
Adults that are still innocent are called 'naive'.
If he had told her where they were going, it would have been no fun. Guns climbs up the playground to walk through it and slide down one of its poles, around and around. "I mean, red lipstick? Who doesn't like red lipstick, if it looks good? I mean, you know, there's skin tones, and outfits, all that--"