[ McCree's so drunk and in his own head that he doesn't quite notice the slight hostility here, though he does catch a notion that she's none too pleased to be hearing about this. But they're on this train now, so it's just gonna keep rolling. ]
I b'lieve it was something about likin' me very much.
[ He rubs his face with one hand, sighing, making the next words muffled. ]
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I b'lieve it was something about likin' me very much.
[ He rubs his face with one hand, sighing, making the next words muffled. ]
Nothing beyond that.