He lifts her legs and drapes them over his thighs, so he can squeeze himself onto the photo booth bench beside her. "I am the bat," he says, a little wistfully. It's his last chance at getting a laugh before ditching his Batman alter-ego for the rest of the night.

"No, but seriously, it's Jesse," he says, after a substantial pause, and pushes his mask to the top of his head. "I need a new outfit. Can you work some artsy magic on me?"