Pat pat.

Nuzzles. "You're so sweet and empathetic and affectionate."

"We were just talking about how I'm a murderer!"

"Well you're nice to me!"

"Well, you're important." Scritch scritch.

"No one's ever said that about me before."

"I'm not particularly conformist like that."

"I never thought I would find someone like you."

Smooch.

Big blush. "So like, are we sleeping on the sub, or..."

"That's the plan, though I might hit a restaurant for dinner."

"They have those here?" She's tantalized at the prospect of Mo stuffing her like a turkey in public.

"Not at the convention, we'd have to go a bit afield."

"Is that safe, given, y'know, circumstances?"

"It would admittedly take us out of the convention's zone of ceasefire, which is one reason for me to go by myself and bring back takeout."

"I guess that means I'll be way under my calorie target for the day, unless you've got a forklift." Pout pout. She really wants people to stare at her gluttony.

"My chapati, I can carry home enough takeout for you, and if you don't want that you can get the goons to give you bread and fish salad and a gallon of ice cream."

"Understood, boss." She's disappointed but she'll at least squeeze some hotness out of the situation by calling Mo 'boss'.

Pat pat.

"Would it make you happy if I were capable of hugging you tighter? Knowing that would be helpful motivation when working out."

"Hmmm. I would find it absolutely delightful if you could pick me up."

"Really?" She's not even thinking about how that's probably impossible, the high of a beautiful woman giving her objectives she's capable of working towards has completely overwhelmed her.

"It'd be so incongruously adorable!"

Her eyes water a little. "I'll do my best, boss."

"I expect nothing less, princess-cake."