Gene wasn't one for heavy conversation and this one had reached his weight limit with Diva's addendum. It was enough to hear her say it, even if the Guv didn't necessarily believe she fully understand what she'd done. But it was a start, and compared to the broad he'd first met, it was a completely different person sitting here pouring him a pint of Party Four like they were at tea with the Queen.

Pulling out his gun, Gene looked the revolver over, checking the chamber, then casually leaned over and pressed the barrel to Diva's chest. He made sure to look her in the eye, expression grim, before tilting the gun up and tapping her lightly on the chin.

"Just don't let me catch you doing it again," he said, raising his cup with his free hand and taking a drink before tossing the gun off to the side on the blanket. "And I told you we'd need Party Seven."