[ dante is all laughs and smiles when vash spins out of his arms with a flourish, but he misses his warmth immediately, wanting nothing more than to pull him back in and kiss him stupid. he almost does tugging at their interlocked hands a little. he has never been a patient kind of guy and right now the waiting feels like it is going to kill him. ]

Uh-huh, I don't think I've ever seen you eat a salad once in the time I've known you. [ unlike dante, who has had his fair share of 'salad' recently. ] I'll believe that when I see it.

[ with that he pulls vash in again until he has their foreheads pressed against each other, his voice dropping low enough not to be heard by anyone but vash. ] As long as I get a chance at desert later I'm not gonna complain about any salads.