[Namur takes her hand in his as gently as he can, pulling it up so he can taste how badly she's been burned.]

Well, thanks for goin' 'long with it. Y'all look fine as hell. An' yer pullin' in a buncha gawkers so we can chat 'em up an' tell 'em what we're 'bout.

[He bites her hand gently, then drops his own around her waist once again.]

Good way t' get an idea a what kinda shit folk wants t' see from us, too. What they'd be willin' t' pay us for. But right now...

[Namur leans down and nibbles on her ear.]

Think yer gettin' too stressed. Maybe I oughta help y' relieve it a bit, aye?