"Hmm," he hums, mischief sparking in his eyes as he looks at her. He's sure she'd like to hold him to something else, too. Maybe he'd let her. He skims his thumb over the backs of her knuckles.

"Maybe I do, but envy is a powerful thing, y'no." There's nothing like nonchalant boasting, really. Especially when you don't exactly mean it. "And you're the only person here who can say Dave Strider is their boyfriend."