[At this point, it's not hard to tempt Tartaglia to be naughty and delay his return to Snezhnaya. He can feel the tug at his soul when she returns his kiss, so gentle and loving, to stay with her longer, to rest and spend his days with her instead of worrying about the schemes and plans of the Harbingers. And honestly, if he could never have to take part of those clandestine orders again, he would. But a Harbinger doesn't get to pick and choose, at least not for him. Even her hand in his hair and that tiny peck to his lips beckons him to her, and his whims dictate that there shouldn't be anything wrong with giving into them.]

Reminding me of my responsibilities while kissing me like that? Only an experienced, devious temptress would place such a choice before me. However, I said there was little I could do. I didn't say there wasn't anything I could do.

[The almost attempt to get him to delay his departure is successful, he wanted to stay in Fontaine anyway and he really doesn't care at all about whatever this Project Stuzha is supposed to be anyway. It'll probably be boring and annoying.

So he shoots her a smirk, before moving himself directly in front of her as his arms wind around her, holding her against him as he explains his plan.]

It'll be hard for them to hunt me down if I'm somewhere they can't find, right?

[The mischievous look he gives her screams "hide me in the teapot for a few days" because there's no way any agent will find him there.]