"Hey, don't apologise!" exclaims Artair, rubbing a little softer. "If anyone should be apologising, it should be me, okay? But there's no need to, because we're both enjoying ourselves in... Relative privacy!"<br/><br/>"Only myself and inanimate objects, mind you," replies Glade, taking a bite of the apple.<br/><br/>Nightwing nods and takes Oscurin from him.