[ Vash's shoulders hunch a bit further as he's tugged along like a dog on a leash, trotting to keep up with her as if this is Something He's Used To Doing. convenient! ]

Cyrus? [ hm... he looks like the gears are turning over this one, and then he leans further still, dropping his voice for discretion - as if there's any discretion in this would-be sardine can filled with people. ]

Listen, I think you have the wrong idea here-- I mean, I don't know if Cyrus is into that, but I'm not the kinda guy who casually jumps into... you know, you know? You're real pretty and all, but still... you really think this is the right time for that? C'mon...