[Some of Jojo's posing and preening words are lost in the moment Caesar takes a gander at their spot. It isn't just gorgeous, it's completely magnificent. He thought he'd found all the tasty little spots to bring a cute date to but this slotted neatly at the top of the list, moreso because of who picked it out. He knew no matter what happened though, he'd never bring anyone here. He'll also never admit it but from now on he's deemed this their spot. His and Jojo's.

For some reason, the thought makes his chest feel like it's about to burst, his heart thundering against his rib cage like a fluttering bird, or, butterflies. How strange. He squeezes Jojo's hand in his and turns to him, unable to extinguish the beaming smile thrown his way-]

Jojo, I never in a million years could predict this coming from you, you ass! It's gorgeous. You do have a brain in there. I'm a little proud, it means there's hope to get some romance through that thick skull of yours. [But it's not defeat that sinks in his stomach it's something else laced with the thrill of the challenge. Something pure and true and strong. A true gentleman knows when he's beaten, and this persistent bastard knows he's still got tricks up his sleeve.

Al for the sake of education and not fucking up his friend, of course!]