Oh, Christ, Jesse's entirely too whacked out to not find this endlessly hilarious. He's exhausted and woozy and the word butt was used, there's no way he can do anything but collapse into giggles. And when he's composed himself enough, he heaves out a huge breath. That. That actually felt sort of good.

"Mm. Usually I'm more of the pitcher, y'know?" He shrugs. He peers over at Pinkman, totally unfazed. "Ladies too. M'an equal opportunist." A beat. He can hear the whispers, still, but - it's the most lucid he's been for days, and it's almost a relief. "You like it with the vaginas, then, m'guessing."