"Just us," she agreed, fingers still tickling through his hair. She watched him take in the idea, mull it over, then saw when his gaze sharpened back on her. Those pretty dark eyes drew her in, and she found herself leaning in to give him a kiss, humming happily. "Probably best not to wear the suit for that. Some of them might be scrungy, and if you wear anything from Iron Crotch's closet, they might think we have more money than we do and try to fleece us. I'd prefer to underbid. And be sneaky."

They still swayed, but it was slower, more just a shadow of before as she brought her hand up to draw a line on his chin with her thumb. "We'll figure out what works best for us."