[Constantin hums and puts on a mock-thoughtful look, like oh, if it's about his overall relic quotient, perhaps he should recalculate— It hardly lasts a few seconds before he laughs lightly and nods. Oh, yes, the agreement. Very nice. Very gentlemanly, despite - or in this context, including those generous hands.

The degree to which Constantin is easy to manhandle (that is: high) is matched only by his readiness to make himself comfortable in Jackie's lap, sliding an arm over his shoulder and leaning in.]

Quite so. What you might do with an actual relic eludes me— send a few letters back and forth and brood about it, I suppose.

[So it doesn't elude him at all, actually, he was raised at court, but also: court is awful and this is much better.]

So, may I, a non-relic as previously agreed, kiss you now?