[If John notices the apologetic look (he does) or minds that Raiden ignited the fire (he doesn't), it doesn't show in his face. Whether or not his evening has been ruined isn't relevant to John. He's had evenings ruined, and he's had them ruined a whole lot worse and with a lot worse intentions. Shit happens. Why dwell on it?]
John. John Marston.
[He eyes Raiden briefly, sizing him up before asking the next question.]
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John. John Marston.
[He eyes Raiden briefly, sizing him up before asking the next question.]
You ever ride a horse, Raiden?