The picture she painted of him hunched over his desk, on top of dreaded paperwork, made him shift his posture a little. Compelling argument — and Christ he hated paperwork. "Alright," he said, raising both hands in the air, yielding, "in the event that I am struck in the head I will go to the hospital. First."
Very seldomly did comments completely silence Rex Hilts but Addy's, as she crossed his path again, made him fall quiet — casting another glance her way, accompanied by charming smirk.
Rex practically scoffed at the mention of police procedure, shooting her a Look as if to remind her of who she was talking to. Half the time the reason he had to do so much paperwork was because of the short cuts he took, or the procedures that he blatantly ignored to help get his point across — like hitting people with his SUV door for making a drug deal as he drove by. Hog tying a suspect in the middle of main street to run after another. "Goddesses," Rex gushed. "Ya'll are goddesses, thank you," he told her, and while a small grin plastered on his face, he was truly grateful. It'd save him probably a half hour or so in the morning.
"I think I might bring Ranger down tomorrow though," he admitted. Ranger being his horse. Not exactly trained for crowd patrol but... he was actually banking on the horse getting bored and acting out. And eventually he'd have to leave to take an exhausted Ranger home. That way he didn't have to worry about getting caught in conversations he didn't want by town folk who complained about every little thing. "The kids might enjoy it," Rex insisted, pretending he didn't have ulterior motives.