[He observes the change from stage to here, as though Alex is sinking into mannerisms more reserved, and it makes Cain want to draw her back to that personality of confidence. Then again, it's not that surprising - he's known people who changed during performance, like an entirely separate persona. Maybe it's the same in her case.]

What? 'Course I won't. [But he's smiling, unable to help the glint of humor. Less at her expense than the fact she's asked this of him.] Not too much.

[It was his idea, after all. Cain steps forward and places their orders with the vendor before returning to her side.] You ever had chocolate before? This shit's not authentic, but tastes close enough.