when marceline steps outside to join him, he's pleasantly surprised; a part of him was admittedly doubting whether she'd go through with it. however, he can't help but notice the way she avoids meeting his gaze all of a sudden. did something happen during the last... five minutes, since they last spoke ? deciding to put a pin in that for later, he rolls his shoulders as she speaks. leaning against brick isn't the greatest for one's posture, and he prides himself on not slouching too much. ( is it pretentious of him ? maybe. does he care whether people think that ? not a damn bit. )
" wasn't waiting that long, no. " lierre admits, shaking his head. unruly hair sways with the movement, and his glasses fog up a bit in the cold night air. " but you did have me a little worried. glad you got the courage, even if you had to drink a little to do it. " he snaps his fingers, oddly audible in doing so despite wearing gloves. " y'know, that reminds me, i've never asked; what's your poison ? " the inquiry is accompanied by the raise of an eyebrow, the faintest of curious smiles on his face. " if i ever decide to invite you out for drinks in a less snobbish establishment, in the spirit of being nice, i'd like to know what to order you in advance. or— " he puts a hand on his chest, feigning dramatics. " forgive me, was that a bit too forward of me to say ? "
he's just having fun. is it at her expense, or his own ? a little of both, perhaps ?
" does there have to be a special reason ? " he asks, head tilting to the side just a bit, not unlike a curious fox. " i wanted outta there. i could tell you did too. kills two birds with one stone, does it not ? " lierre shrugs, hands loosely shoved into his coat pockets as he turns to walk away, though he gestures for her to follow with a nod of his head. " unless, of course, you wanted there to be a particular reason ? in which case, you should speak up on it sooner than later, dear. " he chuckles behind closed lips, curved upward in a coy little smile. he's getting to engage with his more mischievous side now; he just hopes she's willing to put up with it, if nothing else.
he whistles lowly at the sight around them; streets mostly empty, save for people running late. hasty footsteps sound across the street as civilians hurry to events they're actively missing, and honestly, it makes sense. the gala they were stuck at is on an entire block of entertainment venues and places reserved for fancy gatherings. the occasional puddle reflects the warm glow of the streetlights overhead, remnants from the morning's showers. all in all, he can't imagine a more perfect night to explore and find himself up to no good.
" so ! " he suddenly claps his hands together, turning around mid-step to face her, though he continues walking backwards to keep pace. " for the sake of being courteous to my lovely guest, i must ask; what is it you do for fun ? you a dancer, a gambler, or maybe you fancy seeing a good show ? as i said earlier, the world's our oyster. all we gotta do now is find our pearl. " hang on. he pauses, face scrunching up at his own comment for a second. " ... that metaphor didn't work as well as i wanted it to. shit. y- you get the point. " why is he stumbling over his words... ?
