[at least tiefling horns are kinda velvet-y. thanks for that headcanon, Taliesin Jaffe. Molly leans in a bit, which brings some of his dangling jewelry into her eyeline- likely on purpose. ]

I don't know whether that means they're in the way of you trying to punch me or kiss me, and at this point, I'm afraid to ask.

[Now who's ruining the moment, Molly. Maybe this is equilibrium, really. Not a ruined moment, but a mutual understanding that they're not gonna die and they can go back to bullshitting each other when the last petal falls like some kind of snipe-y fairy tale. He can relax... somewhat.] Honesty still feels like shit. I prefer it to horrible death, but if there's a lesson here, I don't think I've learned it.