[He lets Tifa drag him through, not even bothering a glance at the fairy though he does look towards the kitten. It does seem to be a bit more relaxed with the fairy around, at least that's what he could glean the brief glimpse before he and Tifa are out the door and on the road back home. He can see that buzz, and he can't help but quietly chuckle at how eager his little wife seems to be to take her husband home.

And apparently very eager given that as soon as they reach it, he finds himself pressed back against the door, her lips on his. And of course, there is no protest, only natural acceptance as he'll help by reaching out to the handle, his hand over hers as he locks it. With his other around her waist, he only gazes down at her for a moment.]

Oh? You're the one that's been making all these decisions, all I did was write it down.

[And now with both arms around her, hands locked behind the small of her back, he leans down to kiss her lips, lingering at her sweet taste before he smirks a bit.]

Not to mention trying to fend off a pushy fairy...