This was going pretty far for a practical joke. Agate, however, did not tend to duck out of a pissing contest -- or a kissing contest, for that matter -- which was what had made his system such a successful one when actual stakes were riding on it. The blonde, then had to wonder what Lucky wanted proved. The look he cast the younger man's way said as much, dismissive of the cash littering the seriously awfully constructed booth counter.

"I'm going to take these bills, frame them, and pass them over again when you manage to bring me something useful from our little agreement," Agate allowed, but he didn't seem as put off by the dare as Lucas seemed to want to provoke. Leaning an elbow (gingerly) on the booth, the blonde leaned forward and wrapped his other arm around Lucky's neck as if going for a headlock -- all the better if the Medium attempted to back out now that he'd paid! Before such a struggle could occur, the AI landed puckered kiss across the younger man's mouth and then released his grip, going to muss Lucas' hair as a parting gesture.

"So," he drawled, "good enough for you?"