Noah was definitely enjoying the escape from ordinary life that he found with Vienna. The banter, teasing and flirting seemed to flow naturally, and while it wasn't as if life was that awful here at Sing Sing, it all reminded him of better times. Times when they could have walked outside guarded walls without fear, gone to restaurants or concerts or movies. He grinned at her and then put on a blank look. "There was something I was supposed to remember? I forgot already." He was a regular comedian, wasn't he?
"We didn't raise animals, but I guess you'd consider it a farm," Noah said of where he'd grown up. "It was a lot of land out in the middle of nowhere." Admittedly, he'd been anxious to get away from it all by the time he'd reached college age, but still it had been a unique and interesting upbringing. He nodded when she said she wouldn't mind learning how to handle a rifle. "We'll do that, then," he said. "You could help pick off the Infected if we start to get overrun again." He also didn't mind the idea that it might help with her personal safety if she knew more about weapons. They never knew what might happen, and knowledge was power.
When she said that him taking clothes off might have been her goal, Noah set his guitar aside and got up from where he'd been sitting. "Anytime you want me to strip, all you gotta do is ask," he teased her. "I'd rather it not be outside when there's snow on the ground, but other than that." He had on a t-shirt and jeans, having taken off his jacket when they'd gotten in here, and he took the opportunity to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Every tattoo he had was in full view now, and he gave her what could only have been interpreted as a challenging look. "So where do you want me?"