He tucks his arms around her -- snug enough to keep her secure, but loose enough so she can "sneakily" steal something off him if she wants -- and gives her a little bounce. A couple Brass coins jingle in one pocket. Completely by coincidence, of course!

"Oh -- yeah," he says, as Bandit's ears immediately swivel toward the sound of valuables within arm's reach. Radar's cheeks flush as he tries not to grin. "I was, uh, upstairs with Dahlia and a couple other people the whole time. The room service menu was real good, so I just kinda... stayed there."

Around late summer, Radar started tripping up with increasing regularity, calling her Dahlia instead of Miss Leeds before correcting himself. He's barely called her Miss Leeds at all since the gala; he never corrects himself anymore.