[ Taken to a private elevator he slides an arm around her waist, all the mirrored Lokis smiling as he holds his silence. He hums as they go up and up and up, until finally they arrive on the roof. Walking over to draw out a golden chair for her, he watches Verity's face when the table with rose petals strewn about the glossy floor is revealed, uncertain whether this is too much like the limousine seemed to be (flowers are a nice gesture on any world, right?). The air is warm, since he paid enough for the heating to account for her attire in the cool spring weather. ]
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It's as I said, this isn't for me.