Vasquez is careful and cautious with both Maria and Ethel. Even though Faraday knows when and how to push every single irritating button, a man's guns are to be treated respectfully, no matter what's said, which is why he's always reverent with the touch. Maybe it should say something that Vasquez would never touch another man's guns except this man, but there may be a deliberate wall up blocking him from that fact.

His movements are slow, steady, fingers sliding along the barrel with the cloth and rubbing absently, maybe a little suggestive, but unfortunately, Vasquez can't claim that he's doing it on purpose.

He makes a thoughtful noise, though, like Faraday's had a good idea. "Teddy," he echoes, making it seem like he's actually, truly considering this as a clever idea. "I mean, he's young, but he can learn. He's been tried by as much fire as you and me, guero." He can't help the smirk on his face as another prodding, teasing thought comes to him. "No need for discussion, he's pretty enough to let your mind wander while you stare. Might come in handy, sending him into town when I need things," he says.

He nods, like he's genuinely considering it, where in reality he'd probably end up shooting Teddy out of irritation two miles in.

"Here I thought you had pickled your brain, it's good to see one or two good ideas still there," he quips, eyes sparkling with mischief.