"It's my understandin' that we've both been well rated by them in the past," Dimi quips, one brow quirked. "Somethin' about a knife at a fist fight?"

He gives Sylla's hand a squeeze and a playful little swing as he turns and looks around, making a show of considering their options. "You know, as much fun as a snog in the closet is, I'd much prefer to get a kiss from you in the sunshine. Maybe we could find a quiet spot by the docks?"