[ The prospect of watching pornographic films with another person is... Well, Keita can appreciate the artistic nature(?) of some of these movies, and of course he'd participated to a certain extent, albeit largely running props or helping with costumes. But he doesn't find them as entirely titillating as he's sure some other members of the audience do, and for that reason is perfectly happy to give his full attention to Layla for the duration of the film, to spare them both the embarrassment of having to look.

Keita shifts to the side a bit to ensure Layla has room to situate herself on their shared chair-bed. Although he notes that the change in position has left her legs somewhat exposed, she doesn't seem too perturbed by it—and so Keita, reminding himself that this isn't 1884 and he doesn't need to be concerned so much with things like propriety, decides not to say anything either, although he's aware that there's a blanket draped over the armrest nearest him in case she gets cold. ]

Is that an option? [ he says with a smile, stretching an arm out along the cushion behind her. ] Do you know, I'm not sure I've ever had popcorn. Does it make a good projectile?

[ Around them, the lights dim, but Keita keeps his focus on Layla aside from a brief glance around just to see what the vibes are like. ]

Did you hold up all right over the last bit of excitement we had?