Anzu smiles, beatifically, as Hawkeye kisses his hand.

"Art thou not charming," he says, softly. He glances at Lev, who nods, and picks up his stick. He doesn't look like he objects, though he's blushing scarlet and seems to be momentarily struck speechless.

"We're still by the Oak and Iron, ziskayt," Anzu says to Hawkeye. "Hast thou any better suggestions? The inn's walls are not particularly soundproof, I'm sad to say."