"All right then. It's a date. A possibly-protracted date." He gives Malcolm one more little kiss, his own expression dopily affectionate for a moment before he remembers himself and relaxes back into cheerful neutrality.

"All right. Let's go, before someone snags me for something."

Or before he manages to get distracted by something.

They've got flashlights and head out front without incident, into the brightness of the floodlights temporarily installed all around the building.