[ for all the debate Molly has about who he might be, Getou doesn't struggle in the slightest; this is the only person he's ever witnessed from... whatever species he happens to be. the specificity wasn't important, so long as it was decidedly inhuman. so when he hears the little term of affection, ears perk and he grins, giving Molly the down-up gaze just once. ]

If we suddenly stop meeting like this, they'll start asking where we've gone. That's how real rumors start, isn't it? [ and he's amenable, a grin on his features, a little polite nod of his head in greeting as he speaks — teases, really. he doesn't mind a flamboyant personality in the least, though sometimes it can be a little competitive with his own ego. ]

[ an issue for later. Molly asks him for further clarity, and the very moment he opens his mouth to explain — ]

[ a blood-curdling scream resonates from within the building. haa. there's a silence in its wake that lasts a few heartbeats, and then Getou's ever-chipper voice rings out: ]

Well then! [ he offers his one arm out at a bend, very gentlemanly, his eyes lidding. ] Shall we?