[ circumstances had separated them last time, practically worlds apart with the way he'd been sent to taeum while she was brought to sedorum. it'd been a separation that he hadn't realized would be as troubling as aggravating as it was until it had happened, with the month and a half spent without her around, something he'd just address as having been an inconvenience from just being used to her company.

despite his talks with clara, conversations where he'd insisted that certain directions would be impossible for he and marta, he still finds himself here as soon as they're sent into their next mission, magnetized to her side like he might fear her disappearance if he takes his eyes off of her for a second. ]

No. [ he answers bluntly with a frown when she points out the soft knitted sweater she's suggesting, a style that fairly obviously doesn't suit his typical style. as much as she might have a certain influence on him, there's still plenty of areas where he'd be ready to resist.

but any other word is halted when the shop assistant springs up behind them, making use of the word honeymoon and leaving marta in a fluster.

kovacs merely raises his brow, peering besides him to the quick reflex marta uses in denying it, but a rising smirk has him looking over to the assistant with an amused look. ]

Actually, we are. [ to emphasize his point, he brings his arm up around her shoulders, nudging her in a little closer. ] We're ... eloping actually. All pretty sudden, her disapproving family and all — we just grabbed what we could in our hands and we went right out the door. Barely had time to pack enough clothes so we're looking to stock up the wardrobe before we board.

[ he turns to her, a devious twinkle in his eye. ] Ain't that right, babe?