There are arguably worse things that could have happened, yet Sarge finds himself thinking that being chomped on by zombies or the half expected ambush by government goons would be somehow preferable to that kiss that seems to have seared his cheek, but if a slight blush is creeping out from underneath the collar of his shirt it is well hidden underneath a layer of dust and that tan only people that absolutely ignore the existence of sun screen get. For a moment he is very busy studying the tips of his boots but his head snaps right back up to glare at the men howling in the background and it pleases him that they seem to be finding more important things to do. Because he would have to go over there and hurt all of them and it is too hot to walk that far for something like that. So he just grunts at Addie in that way of his that probably tells her more than he wants to and focuses his attention on her brother instead.
Looking from the steaks to the kid in question and back at Rodeo he arches an eyebrow and snorts. Then he shoves them at the prospect and his face turns serious. "Anythin' happens to the steak 'n I'll kill you." Would he really kill someone over something like that? It looks like the kid doesn't want to find out and that is good enough for him.
Sarge follows them to the bikes and he is very glad that at least one of them brought a helmet. He never wears one because it's driving him insane in this kind of heat and he usually likes to present the argument that there is absolutely nothing for that thing to protect - usually accompanied by a sly little grin that seems utterly out of place.