““Guess this means I’m stuck warming your backside tonight,” Ira said to Oscar as they reached their rooms, directly across the hall from one another. Oscar unlocked the door. “Let me give you some advice. Warming my backside will get you killed.” Ira bobbed his head. “Good advice.” He tipped his hat to Camille. “If you need anyone to warm your backside, love, I’d be honored.” Oscar shoved Ira into their room. “Good night, Camille,” he said. Camille laughed and unlocked her door. “Good night, Oscar.””