Mmhmm, [ Matt agrees, floating momentarily on a cirrus cloud of ridiculousness. No thoughts, only banter. ] If you want to smack me again, that's two dinners.

[ His lofty amusement begins to drain away as Childe reminds him of how they started this tangent in the first place. He hesitates.

Attending this meeting--this holding of court--did not feel optional. So Matt had sort of assumed that he should wait until they were all dismissed. But on the other hand, if even outside parties can sense that he's not having a great time right now, that lends some credence to his worry that it's dangerous to linger. A touch ruefully, he notes: ]

I guess I wouldn't want to make us look bad in front of our mortal enemies.

[ Don't worry, I'm sure the Pleroma are rightfully intimidated by your all-terrain flirting abilities. ]