It hadn't fully occurred yet to Sitwell if the 'inner goddess bull...' was the goal of this trip, but was wildly relieved to hear it forbidden before they got in too deep. This far from home, he didn't know where to escape to if he had to. The desert, maybe, but that didn't sound like any fun; he grinned at Wicked thankfully, ready to commit to anything that wasn't broken hearts. He spread his arms out along the back of their seat, obviously proud of this position now that the rules included being sexy, and offered, "I'll take care of you. I'm very responsible," with a lopsided grin. He didn't think he had ever not-remembered a whole night, not while alive, anyway, and wasn't comfortable with getting to know the sensation. They could always use a babysitter.
Who would want to miss this city, anyway? Maybe the ladies didn't care so much, but Jasper didn't get a lot of vacations. The last time he was here it was to clean up after a bunch of dead aliens and never saw a slot machine once. Just driving in was exciting, during the day before the lights were even flashing their brightest, everything shimmering and rich looking.