[ Gen laughs his usual, shitty, wolfish laugh when Eustace shoves him away by his face, bootsoles scuffing against the ground as he lets himself stumble a half-step sideways to put a little more room between them. ]

Or what, Eustace? S'just a little kiss. [ A pause before he drops his voice a notch, letting his words linger more pointedly when he says, ] You're gonna hurt my feelings acting like that ...

[ -- yeah, no. He can't even finish that sentence without letting it trail off with another laugh. If it makes Eustace feel any better, Gen follows it up with a half-shrug and a flippant wave of the hand. ]

Relax. I'm not into you or anything. I'm just doing that stupid 'kissing bingo,' or whatever it's called -- you're on my card, and I'm not turning down an easy way to get a few free meals. [ One more laugh as he sidesteps a fallen trashcan. ] 'sides, you should've seen the look on your face. All frozen up like that over nothing. Here, this way.

[ Rejoice, Eustace. They've emerged from that horrible, narrow little alleyway, which will no doubt be a source of some trauma for Eustace henceforth, to step into ... another, equally narrow street. Though this one's quiet, and modestly lit, and is lined by a bunch of cramped, samey-looking buildings. Apartment buildings, Eustace might recognize. Gen double-checks the direction before tilting his head to indicate for Eustace to follow; his tags swings lazily behind him with each step when he leads. ]