She only laughed, fangs flashing, leaning into his squeeze and squeezing him in turn. Leaned up to kiss his jaw, finding no need to pursue that line of inquiry: it was almost more interesting to imagine what worse looked like.

"Oh my God," whispered the ticket clerk at the mention of condom, somehow managing to go a still brighter shade of red. Alyosha held up her hands in the universal gesture for 'No weapons! See?', of course lying behind the smile. They were waved on; Alyosha had already paid when checking the listings in a hopeful gamble; flashed two tickets procured by some slight of hand.

"Just... yeah, just go on, and don't get any ideas! Number three, Xenomorph."