Dylan laughed, he actually laughed. How long had it been since he had actually laughed out loud and really meant it? He pulled back a little and smiled at Salvia, his expression almost bright. "That would be nice." He replied. If Salvia wanted him this way, he supposed that he would need to get away from Henri, away from the homeless shelter. He could be respectable if she needed him to be, so that she could stay her same, sweet self. He kissed her chastely on the cheek and then settled back down in the grass, letting his back lean against the tree. "I've wanted to work for a while, I just couldn't find anything."