"Crystal clear, boss." Isra's smile is bright and easy-going. He's got this. Holding hands and looking as pleased as can be, he lets Dorian lead them into the café.

"I just, I just wanna be here for you to use, to have, to whatever you like." Not normally a sentiment he'd express; even less so as they walk through the door of a nice place. "Damnest thing, y'know? S'weird, but I also, I want you to know, I'm not bothered now, and I am pretty darn sure I'll be fine with it whenever the whatever wears off."