[ That shift from debonair to adorably awkward has Hancock cocking a brow-ridge and suddenly steeped in curiosity. Still enjoying his extra height, the ghoul takes advantage of their close proximity by hanging an arm over Nick's shoulder, and sliding the other loosely around his waist. The presence of Evaris does absolutely nothing to dissuade the overt (though not too sizzling) show of affection; Hancock has known the guy long enough that he's like an especially attractive lamp for all the threat level he registers. ]

Aw no, I match the dress too close and it's gunna look like I'm butt-ass naked. Not my delicate sense'a propriety

[ His sarcasm is summery, friendly flirtatious as he basks in the closeness of his love. The question draws up an interested hum from the ghoul, his seamless eyes adopting the flecks of glitter shed by the disco-ball. ]

Point me at Mr. Reasoned Request, I'll stick a knife in 'em

[ The way his tongue peeks out to trace his own bottom lip suggests a politely leashed desire whilst the ghoul waits for Nick's inquiry. ]