"Insulted? Nah. I had dirty thoughts in my head the whole time," he teased. Which was kind of true. Maks behaved himself, but it wasn't like he could really avoid thinking about her naked when she was curled up against him under the blanket.
The compliment was met with a little nod of appreciation. What man didn't like hearing that he looked good? He knew he did, but it was still nice to hear it. "So what if people think you're making some sort of walk of shame. I like the dress.. even when it's wrinkled."
"Nah, not really. I'll apologize excessively, be punished with some extra work, nothing major. So don't worry about it, okay?" He looked over at her with a reassuring smile.
Soon, they were closing in on the light rail station, and it was only then that Maks took the time to look up. In the distance, he could make out words in the sky. A message reading SEGREGATE THE FREAKS. Maks stopped walking and immediately dropped the arm he'd offered to Arthur. Instead, he wrapped it around her, his head looking every direction. "We need to get you home... now." His voice was serious, the words delivered with urgency.