Claude leans in way too close, flashing a grin so cocky it could probably be arrested for public indecency. Dexter, ever the hype monkey, gives a dramatic thumbs-up (or at least, as much of one as a monkey can manage).

"Rizzing you up right now so I can steal your heart," Claude declares, winking so hard it looks like he might pull a muscle. "And don’t worry, sweetheart—" he flips a coin, completely missing the catch but playing it off like it was intentional "—I always leave the scene of the crime with my prize."

Dexter facepalms in the background, but hey, the effort counts.