Roman's brows lift, looking for a brief moment like a schoolboy chided, and decides a mock salute is probably pushing it. He likes Rosita enough that while he can't resist pushing a button or five, he'd rather not get smacked in the face or for her to leave.

Trying to be a good person, and all that.

"Gotcha," he says simply, tabling the word and putting 'temp inmate' in his mental rolodex of 'naughty words.' Maybe Rosita's craving an actual connection instead of being shuffled around. He can get that. He's seen it. Just because he got lucky with Raylan as his warden early on doesn't mean other people don't.

"Fucknuts McBigDick is pretty good," he confesses. "I may have to steal that."