"hot stuff? shit, have you lost your fucking mind?" Desh knew for a fact that he looked awful, almost as bad as he felt. He'd been shot, cut, bruised and blown up. He could smell himself, which was a terrible sign. Now she was leaning in to kiss this mess of a human being, a violent stranger who'd attacked, drugged and kidnapped her. He was going mad, or maybe she'd lost her mind. A power deeper than loyalty and honor subverted all further thought. Before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing this insane woman, almost running clear off the road. "Fuck, that was a mistake" He said under his breath, not quite believing it as he fought to gain control of the vehicle and drive them both towards an uncertain future.