Oh yeah? Not gunna lie, can always go for explosives and pretty colors... though, come to think of it... [ they've pretty much got that covered already, even without the fireworks? Hancock clearly approves of the notion, and probably doesn't understand the basic concept of 'over the top' anyway. ]

I would'a gone for it, but damn if this night ain't already perfect

[ The itinerary is utterly lit. Fine conversation, dinner and a show? What more could a guy dream of? Hancock catches himself glancing down to his newest accessory and grinning; it feels like some wild fantasy, like he's jumped into another issue of Live and Love; Nick always makes him feel like he's the star subject of some exquisite tale of romance. It's almost unreal and this new facet of his reality isn't even the latest star in his sky, it's overflowing tapestries of Arora borealis. He never new the sky could look like this; has he even seen these colors before? ]

Hmm... ya know I could eat, I was tryin' to have a drink before ya practically made me forget how to use my hands -and wouldn't that be a shame?- so how about we browse the bar [ a term meant to throw a blanket-meaning over both snacks and drinks ] while we chat, sound good?

[ That would require some level of detangling though, which Hancock does not seem too eager for; he hasn't moved an inch, his eyes only leaving Nick's face for brief visits to his ring and corsage. ]

Think that means I gotta let go of ya... but you're so damn impossible to quit