"Ja, I is always likes on dat ones. You shoulds wears on it more oftens, hn?" He slid a finger down the collar of the jacket, and smiled. It had just enough clearance where it wouldn't obstruct the gift he bought. Once the roadie had opened the door for them, he offered her to slip in first, before he moved into the back of the limo. "We's goings backs to Swedens. I don't knows on any restaurants in dis place dats is better." He explained, before slipping up next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek once more. He wanted more, but the way she'd approached him gave Skwisgaar pause. He was worried she was mad at him for what he'd done. He'd understand, and she'd have every right.
He murmured as he slid his arm back around her waist, "I cannots makes up how I is was vury cold to yous. I cannots expects you to understands."