[ She pinches his cheek; he puffs it out. Good-natured and familiar, as if it's a routine they've done dozens of times before—with the audience oblivious that this is their first, likely only the beginning of many others.

But with Malkuth's chime, the drone focuses on her as its new focal point. Elysium fades into the background, smiling beatifically as she continues on with their pitch. That is, until it's time for him to pick up a cue, and he's reaching out to

tug on her arm gently. ]

Don't show off too much, now. [ the moment she thumps quickly against his chest again, he releases his hold, cranes his neck over her shoulder. whispering just loud enough for the microphones to pick up, ]

Who could resist? [ herbivores…… ] I'd like to be able to keep some things to myself, if you don't mind.

[ then, he's extracting himself to lace their hands together, pulling them directly side-by-side. ]

So? Where're we off to? Don't keep me waiting; I've been looking forward to this.