[She can have an eye roll this time.] It hasn't been there all too long. [So yes.
In one fluid motion - a second or two slower than he might normally move - he's on his feet and in front of her, not even the smallest bit fazed by their predicament. Or her accusing glare. Even so, he makes no move to initiate just yet, his amusement present but a touch guarded. Perhaps he's remembering their last close encounter and not particularly relishing the thought of another slap, at least in a public space.] Taken a liking to you, have they?