"Mmm, well, once and a while, I do like a bit of quieter time," Myron replied cheerfully. He tapped a finger against his lips (the nail polished with chipped black varnish). "But shhh, don't tell anyone." That finger waggled back and forth. He really didn't mind being grabbed and groped, most of the time. Especially when he was on stage. When he was on stage, he was electric. A live wire.
"Well, I'm just a generous bloke, what can I say?" he said as he shrugged out of his jacket, not needing it inside, draping it over the arm of the chair. "I'll tell her you're a giant fibber." Okay, she would probably would believe her husband over him, but oh well.
Myron dropped into a crouch by the cage-gate, and stuck his fingers through, as if they were animals in an enclosure. "And what did you three do to get stuck in here?" he asked them, waggling his fingers at them. Was he fooled by the innocent look? Bah! He had invented that look when he was a little one!
Instead, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a bag of chocolate candies. "Look what I have," he said, waving the bag in the air before he opened it and pulled the candies out, tucking the bag away (even he knew well enough not to give plastic to little kids). He held the handful of chocolates over the guard rail.