Vasquez refuses to take his hand off of Faraday's cock, because if this is going to be the beginning of things being over, then he wants every last touch he can get, every kiss he can steal. He's been a robber and a bandit for so long, but all he wants now is to thieve away Faraday's sense.

"Callate," he hisses at him, leaning up to pepper slow kisses over his neck, breathing him in deeply as he tries to memorize him. "Déjame tener esto," he insists, his pace getting quicker as he works his calloused fingers over Faraday, unable to see him properly unless he tips towards his good eye, so he does and marvels at how good he looks like this.

Who knows? Maybe Faraday will come and visit him, at least until he finds himself another pretty Ethel who'll sing at him and want to stay.