Perhaps that had been a hint too far, but Markus too that secretive smirk away and nestled in his memory-banks for future enjoyment.
"Old souls?" he looked at Morgan with a smile and nodded. "I like that. First I'm a robot, then a robot with free will and then a robot with a soul. A soul that's old feels strangely right," Markus replied, knowing that he was over-thinking the simple phrase but also enjoying the way it fit them both. Just like the jackets it was as though it was made for them. It felt right. Just like the bike felt right and that black really was the only colour for them to choose.
Markus rested his hand on Morgan's as she wrapped her arms around him. "Oh yes," he said softly nuzzling his back against her, "this is absolutely perfect." More than perfect, it felt quite literally like a dream come true as they sat there far longer than necessary. "I think we've found our partner in crime, don't you?" Markus asked looking back over his shoulder and brushing Morgan's nose with his. He wouldn't be able to do that when they hit the road, but for here and now he took advantage of the intimacy of their shared dream. "We'll take it," he said with a nod towards the clerk who'd, happily, left them to their own devices.