With me just lounging a few feet away, at all hours, [is Darras' agreement to the first part. To the second: he considers what she's said, then, with solemnity (which he hastily assumes), he holds his hand out to her in return.]

I promise my distraction will not be the irritating sort. I know you hate to be irritated. Who doesn't, really, but you most of all. But I don't want to seal this with a handshake, I'd prefer a kiss.