"If you'd rather," Gene offered, beginning to rifle through the picnic basket for some food. Might as well, really. "I could always shoot you again. See how convincing you are asking a bloke out with holes in your head."

It probably wasn't the best joke he could make, but Gene didn't really care, considering the vampire in silence over his cup, one hand still in the basket. "It's bloody annoying is what it is. Div wouldn't know a good time if it kicked him in the arse."