"It ain't so bad, Freckles." He casts a passing glance at somethin' lying out there on the nightstand, but he ain't gonna take the time right now to try and see what it is. Her stuff, her business. The sanctity of stuff is somethin' he knows all about.

But since she asked, he tries real hard not to limp. He ain't gunnin' for sympathy or nothin' like that. But what hurts hurts and he ain't never been real good at hidin' that. Even when the doc and Al-Jazeera tortured him, he didn't try pretendin' it didn't hurt.

He just asked for more.

Once they're outside the door and he hears that telltale little click, he drapes his arm gentle-like around Freckles' shoulder. That ain't got nothin' to to do with his leg neither; it just feels good.

"Thought I'd see if I could interest you in a burger and fries again."

It's only half innuendo.