While she might have been able to glean what he was talking about when he went into jargon as self-defense, Magne appreciates that he walks it back a step and opts to explain himself simply. She can tell that he's fretting about the eventuality that they would have to discuss this, and she's right there with him in the thought that this is not the time or place to do that. So she simply nods, lays a hand against the side of his neck, and steps forward to press a kiss to the middle of his forehead before lowering her voice to match his volume.

"Then we'll talk later, when it's just you and me. We already broke the ice, now it's just about the details, right?" The other hand lights on the inside of César's forearm where the ink has finally worn mostly away.