[Flamebringer is immediately leaning forward, hand on the back of Wolfwood's head, to drag him into the sloppiest kiss. Yes, he is shotgunning smoke into Wolfwood's mouth before they separate, and then he's flipping his sunglasses down and driving them off down the road.]

Convertibles are fucking cool. [He says, ashing his cigarette over the side of his door.] But yeah. Easier to hop into, easier to smoke in, and way easier to tell whose ass I'm checkin' out before I open my mouth.

[The lack of blind spots makes catcalling easier (source needed)]