[The wink coaxes a playful whistle from Baptiste. Yet in just a few seconds the image is captured thanks to the holographic shapes of 'applications' the device on his wrist offers him. The coy little photo saves - the captured frame floating in the air for just a moment before tucking away into the 'storage' of the man's device.

Another one down.

Baptiste chuckles before he moves to grasp at the bunched robe on the ground that had been discarded in the name of the 'shoot.' He holds it up to offer Ali assistance in redressing before patting the man on the back.]

You're a peach, as they say! [Baptiste offers a lopsided grin down at the other man before he leans over. He does not kiss Ali. Well. On the mouth. Instead it is a brush of a kiss from one cheek to the other.] Though if I'm to avoid any time in the pillory - I best continue my search.

So you'll have to tell me more about your Civil Service duties over our next drink, how about that? [He winks as he steps back.]