[he arches a brow at the woman, a hand sliding over to subdue the dog squirming underneath his blazer]

Flower language. Quite the romantic, aren't you.

[a smirk plays along his lips.]

You hear compensation and your first thought is court. It's almost cute, really. I didn't let him out — someone else did. I'll be taking my leave now unless you intend on translating something else for me.