In that case, then Vasquez has already made a decision no matter what the cost might be. At the same time, he also is confident and stubborn enough to believe that no harm will come to him, but in that moment, Faraday's request is what drives him. Why he's so stupid still to think that if he can give Faraday something he wants and it will go over well for him?

Well, maybe he's drank too much finally and it's pickled his brain.

"Then we go," is his casual response, like it's not a big deal. He's already in the process of packing up the camp to leave little trace of who had been there, figuring that they have enough gold to get in town, he's cleaned up enough not to look like the poster, and Faraday misses a real bed.

So does he, honestly. It's been ages since he did, has rarely done this since they left Rose Creek, and his back aches for it. He's working on the ropes of his horse, forgetting the bet and the being abandoned (because yes, he is still sore about that, even though he knows he has no right to be), he only focuses on Faraday's hesitation and his comment.

"Come on, querido," he says, with a nod and a cluck of his tongue, before darting out from behind the flank of his horse, smirking because he never does know when to stop borrowing trouble. "I was talking to Jack, not you," he promises, trying to keep himself from worrying too much about being shot on sight.

Faraday will not let that happen, he knows this. He just has to keep reminding himself.