The cloak made a little shimmy motion just to thumb its nose at the guy wearing it. Even it knows how to have fun.
Meanwhile, Stephen considered that fusing with the wall felt much more comfortable. He was eyeing her like he knew what she was up to, but trying to deter her wasn't going to get them anywhere, except into another of their 'friendly' debates. He exhaled slowly, shrugging himself off the wall so he was standing upright, and held one hand out to Christine.
"You know I can't drink," he said, since the spells were in place and he had to continue keeping an eye out for any anomalies. Regardless of that, he could see where Christine was trying to get him to relax from the quiet vigilance he seemed so set in. Stopping at one wasn't going to hurt anything, and he could handle stopping at one without impairment given his height and weight. "But a martini couldn't hurt."
He held one hand out to her, and as soon as she took it, did a little dance spin with her. Just the once, as he tried to hide a smile.