[ She's entirely fine with the loose sort of embrace.] Pavel, I think you are brilliant. Particularly in your standards of interesting. [Her words are punctuated with a smile]

That is the best sort of reason. Ever. [And it gets him another kiss to his cheekbone.]

Let me get my heels and my bag and we can head back to the flat.

[She pulls away to retrieve her high heels from behind the counter. When she puts those on she's four inches taller, but as she's barely five foot barefoot, Chekov is in no danger of feeling short. Her bag goes over her shoulder and she click-clacks back over to him, looping her arm through his.]

Escort me home, Chivalrous Knight.