[If Vash is putting his good hand on Ain's back, he'll probably notice that the bird is a bit overheated. Like, his back is exposed to the air because Wings, but he's hot. And the longer they lay here, the more it starts to catch up with him. Ain is proficient at pushing things down, but it's getting worse by the moment.]

Mm... Good. When we have more money... I can sing a lot while we're here, and... [Ugh. He feels like garbage. Why now... he's blaming his anxiety for this one.] ...you'll be so pretty and shiny that a dragon might steal you.

[dragons definitely exist in this universe in this essay i w]