Once his jacket was mostly clean, he sighed and handed it over to Esmerelda, trading her for the first aid kit. Kissing her on the cheek, he smiled. "Can we get this dry cleaned?" She answered him in Spanish. The two were able to communicate fluidly and easily without speaking a single word of the others' language.
"Thank you, my love," he grinned, opening the first aid kit and grabbing the tweezers and hydrogen peroxide. "This smells awful, must be used to clean things out." He bit a little on the inside of his cheek - wouldn't do to wince in front of a woman, especially not a gorgeous one. "Firecracker, you feelin' okay?"