He thinks about this for a moment. Building a friendship while navigating this sexual tension — legalized at that — seems practically impossible but maybe going about it in the other way could end with them getting both. Sex and friendship. A relationship, or whatever you want to call it. Maybe they're done talking and should just get to the doing, see where it takes them. Can't be much more frustrating than this, right?
Stubbing out the cigarette, he finally responds.
"Tomorrow. My place. Bring a crucifix, I'll bring the whiskey."