When Xavier handed the bouquet to Hera, he made sure it was grand but not overwhelming—just enough for her to hold without being buried beneath it. Then, he cast a smug, pointed smirk at Alexandre, as if to say, 'Mine's bigger, better—you might as well take your little flower and go.'
The implication wasn't lost on anyone; his gaze dropped briefly, suggestively, toward Alexandre's crotch before he closed the distance to Hera and placed a bold kiss on her cheek.
All of it was caught on camera, and right now, Dave was watching the footage from his office computer, laughing so hard he nearly fell off his chair. Just earlier, he had been fuming like a lion whose tail had been stepped on, but now he was practically giddy with amusement, praising Xavier's quick thinking like a proud father.
