[He snorts in amusement but follows along, keeping his grip on her hand. Even without Love's dumb little party, he never wants to let her go. That pink cloud may not get a ton from him, but you know what, they're putting in the legwork today. That's respectable.

Part of him still knows he's gonna call Kravitz later, though, and he will not think about the implications of that one.]

Def. Should we get shit first? As much as, uh, I love to get waited on, you're not gonna leave me on the couch while you run off. Just not happening my gal.

[He squeezes her hand to punctuate the statement.]

Guess I could like, shrink down into a mouse or something and chill in your pocket if you need your hands or whatever.