[His shoulders raise and fall in a soft approximation of a laugh at her using that damn word again but maybe she was right in the beginning: the shape of it sounds good in her mouth. Eddie's fingers feel as hot as brands against the air-conditioned skin of his back.] Way I count it, it's been... [He tilts his arm just enough to check his watch.] About four hours.

Four hours since I met you and you've gone out and done a set you could have begged off to for a field full of wet fans, helped break down a stage you didn't have to when your crew was short-staffed, offered comfort to some random stranger when he was in pain, and. [Tommy chuckles, moving just enough to tap the bottom of the pipe lightly against Eddie's shin as he looks up at her.] Shared your very good stash with that same pendejo. Don't sound to me like you got the devil in you, chica.