[ Law would have thought he'd never be the kind of person to enjoy being swept close like this, that he'd find it unerringly irritating, but somehow, with Cora-san, it makes his heart flutter. Even if it does also pull another rush of red into his cheekbones and ears, and he finds himself reaching for the brim of the hat that isn't there before instead smashing his forehead against the other's chest. ]

Like I said... I can see it.

[ Help, he's becoming a sap. A weird conjectural nerd of one, but a sap nonetheless. ]

[ And enough of one that even though Cora lets him go, he stretches up on his stockingfoot tiptoes and catches the other's jaw in his fingers so he can press a kiss to his cheek. ]

So how do I fit into that little scenario of yours? [ He snickers, absolutely deflecting any further sweetness to duck away and heft himself onto a stool at the counter. Ugh, wow, that's more off-balance than he likes being. ] Am I completely oblivious, or in the know? Somewhere in the middle?