"Mmm-mm." Shae shook his head in the negative and reached out to run his fingers over the faceplate. "Got gun oil, 'dough. Lahk dat bettuh dan graphite. I's nice an' t'ick, an' it don' git so gummy."
Oh, he recognized that self-satisfied smile stretching across her lips, alright; it was a vast improvement from the terrified and slightly uneasy expression she'd been sporting since he first came huffing up the stairs. Still...the opportunity was too good to pass up. He settled a hand on her upper back, smiling wolfishly as he gestured for her to enter the dwelling.
"Trus' me, ma cher, I know mah lubrican'. Now git in dere an' git you some gumbo. You jes' eahned yo'self dinnuh."