"No forgiveness needed, darlin'," he said with a slow, lazy grin. "Because you're very correct in that. I'm from Texas, and it tends to be obvious." Not that he couldn't obliterate the accent when he really wanted, but he was rather fond of it, as were most others, it seemed. It tended to be disarming, and well, if people wanted to underestimate his intelligence because he spoke with a drawl, by all means, they were welcome to do so.
He chuckled softly at her retort. She had a mouth and a spirit, and that was sometimes a fun combination. He shook it briefly, tempted to raise it to his lips but vetoing the thought once again, cautious with these others who had also been in prison. "Susanna," he repeated. "Oh Susanna, or Susie Q?" he said lightly, teasingly, from two songs he'd heard many times growing up.