I'm not putting on a performance out here, when we're practically alone and no one's close enough to hear us. Your "lady friend" doesn't really exist right now.

[Ain is just a man who likes to wear skirts... Ain is the one saying all this softly romantic stuff. He can't cope with the thought that it might come from a place of attachment. He's never had repeat one-night stands that have led to... feelings, and he blames the proximity.

He'll definitely get over it if they're apart. Definitely. Wolfwood will depart at the next town and Ain will breathe a sigh of relief and head to the mountains and go see if they're cold or not. That's it. That's where life is headed. He's going to die alone and he's fine with that.

(He's not fine with that.)]

All of these things come from Ain. I like snuggling with you like this. I like the way you're all warm and protective. And I like... I dunno, I just like sitting here with you. And messing with you about snakes that I'm totally gonna touch.

[You know, throwing in that last note so that he can't be accused of being romantic.]