"I think it would take a considerable amount for me to be horrified." An understatement if he ever said one. He reaches out to take one of the others hands in his own giving it a firm squeeze with a shake of his head. "I have not been here long." Unable to stop himself he reaches out to brush wisps of gingery hair away from her face. Despite his human appearance his touch is cool and metallic and the pressure is light, keeping his density purposefully low was a general rule when out amongst the public but it felt harder when he was around Wanda. With her, he always felt like he was about to float away.

Finally he seems to break the spell seeing her has put on him and he shifts his hand to take her own, lacing fingers, before starting to walk. He keeps his pace tempered so she can keep up. "I have asked a few of the locals where to find the best coffee, as it is apparently a thing here. Plus they are not opposed to having delicious treats for breakfast." He chuckles, hoping it will be inviting to her. Hell perhaps he'll even partake in something this time around. He has no need to eat, not really, but it is something that he is discovering that he enjoys the exploration of, especially during these stolen moments together. It always gave him one more thing to remember.

'Coffee and cakes for breakfast. Who would have thought.' When he speaks this time around it's in Italian. It's tone is playful, even if she doesn't understand it he hopes he can convey its teasing, playful, nature.