Then we are on the same page, at least we know what to look for.

[ creepy cult elves with hard-ons for the dead. he doesn’t have to voice it, they both know it. at the eye roll he feigns hurt. ]

You will make it a day before you lock eyes with me and give in. I’ve been told I’m quite handsome and persuasive. I also recall you saying something about the way I smile at you. How did that go, again?

[ which is the same smile he turns on him now, though posing the question takes time because he kisses him between each word. ]

You can’t very well take advantage of anything from that vantage point, can you? I suppose I’ll have to let you go.

[ eventually, because he is definitely pulling away from the wall with his man still in tow. he is all smiles until he glances around Winslow just in time to spot a certain mark running into view across the way—and he has friends. ]

Shit.

[ he sets him on his feet again and takes his hand, trying not to look too amused through his exasperation. they couldn’t just give him five minutes, could they? oh well, they could make up for lost time later, now it’s time to run. ]

We have company, he must be really partial to that wallet.