[ 'darling, love of my life', reno says, and kaveh has to resist the urge to look over his shoulders to see precisely just who reno's addressing.

it's only because the tone's a flippant one that kaveh affords him a roll of his eyes back, an easy thing that comes with the shift of his boltcutters over his shoulders. as you do. it's not a gala without a little bit of a fight, or so kaveh's learned. ]

Obviously, [ kaveh says, with a hint of a grin, ] if you were better dressed, and had gotten yourself 'fancy', as you put it so eloquently - I'd already be dancing with you.