Mm. Always. They can't do anything in this place though, so I'm less worried than I might be otherwise.

[ then, at the smile, he scowls. there's no fire behind it though, because there never is. doubly so with the sheer amount of relief still pouring through him. ]

Hmph. You are handsome and persuasive and I'm cursed to endure it.

[ cursed, he says, as his pseudo-anger melts into a smile of his own that spreads further with each ensuing kiss. he's also clinging tightly as branlon draws back with him, then when he notes the mark in the same moment he sighs, dropping to his feet as he's set down. ]

Horrible. How many times will we be interrupted? I feel we were busy enough to warrant being left alone.

[ he threads their fingers and shoots branlon a sly look, rolling up on tiptoe again to press a kiss to his mouth and then tugging him off and aside, eyeing the distance from the mark through the milling crowd and then nodding. ]

Off we go before he spots us again. I'll make the interruption up to you, come on.

[ time to run indeed. at least the throngs are thick and Winslow is shorter than many of the crowd so if he keeps his head down, it's harder to spot him. ]