"Oui," He agreed about the space, but was keeping her pulled in close to his chest, and was shifting them enough that they both had their backs to the other woman. And he was lowering his head to whisper into her ear, smiling just some. "'Dat 'xpression don' sui' you, mon ami. You so pretty, oui? You shoul' smile. Ain' no gettin' angry." He was walking forward and urging her along with him.
That was, until she mentioned his cake, and he looked to the side to where it was.. and groaned. "I be' 'dat boy take it. 'De one callin' me demon. Merde. I'm gon' fin' it." He was finally slowly releasing the woman and turning her around to face him, hands settling on her shoulders. "You gon' leave 'de ot'er woman 'lone, chere?"