Mustang watched Libby as she slipped about the puppy, bad idea to say that, very bad idea. For a start, she'd probably be crap at taking care of a puppy, after all there were some days she could barely take care of herself. That and it might prove a long term tie to Lot that she wouldn't want.
"Yeah, yeah, you're a saint and I'm the second coming...And I have some whiskey on my houseboat, Saint Lib, let's go." Mustang laughed softly.