Felix bent closer, his lips almost brushing the shell of Robin's ear, whispering soft, "You saw to that when you started making promises in the car. Why don't you come find out?"

He hooked a finger under Robin's collar, and stepped back toward the balcony rail. The night-air breezes lifted his fine crimson curls, tossing his hair gently on the wind as he leaned back against the balustrade and released Robin's shirt once more. Resting back on his arms, Felix gave a slight nod downward, permission, instruction, and anticipatory consent all wrapped into one tiny gesture.