Lost Creek Hollow So, what's the deal? Gary says triple homicide.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to balk at his Freudian slip, though he still felt embarrassed about it. She might tease him later, but in the meantime, she actually looked as though she felt bad, and she went so far as to apologize. Though Joss was a snarky creature, and had a certain amount of completely unfounded pride and ego, he shook his head quickly, denying her any acceptance. "It's OK. Don't need to apologize to me," He said, shrugging one shoulder as though to point to his rank and say 'yeah, look- nobody apologizes to the guy who's just here serving time.' This lady was much too pretty and fit to ever need to apologize for doing anything to somebody like him. She could've tripped over him or stepped on him, and he would've told her not to apologize; as long as he got to look at her, he wouldn't have minded one bit. 

He swallowed hard when she offered him one of her rabbits- which was again, rejected vehemently. "No, no, you don't have t-" He interjected, but she seemed to have come up with another plan. And he couldn't help himself when she spoke. He couldn't take something from her- but here she was, this devastatingly beautiful creature, offering to spend more time with him. How could he possibly say no to that? So he straightened up a bit, trying to look slightly less like a degenerate, and squared his shoulders a bit. He still looked like a stick figure. "Well...I could go for that," He said, and began to feel a bit nervous about the whole situation. He was a horrible hunter. There was no way this was going to end well.