Jarlaxle sauntered forward on the edge of the roof, his shoes chiming and clacking cheerfully and loudly, much to Entreri's annoyance. The drow reached his partner and sat down next to him to gaze at the city shrouded in the night from their high perch.
"A beautiful starry sky, don't you think?" he asked in a blithesome manner and dangled his feet from the edge of the roof. Entreri huffed, not even bothering to answer the question. That of course didn't shut Jarlaxle up in the least.
"By the way, I learned something important today", the drow continued and gave a sly glance at his friend. Entreri turned his eyes into his direction now.
"What?"
Jarlaxle's grin got wider, which was rarely a good sign. It wasn't this time either.
"Do you remember when around a year ago I was... a little down after that incident?" he asked, his smile wavering only for a moment before returning back to its full glory, "You brought me chocolates. Plenty of boxes. Well, I heard down in the village that giving someone a box of chocolates is a romantic gesture!"
Entreri's brows furrowed and his lips formed a thin line.
"Endorphins. The vendor was selling his chocolates by saying that they'd release some kind of feel good chemicals in the consumer's body. That was in no way-"
"So I figured that I'd have to reciprocate somehow! I went and bought you this bouquet of flowers, here you go!" the drow said, reached behind his back, and summoned a huge and colourful bouquet of the most gorgeous flowers that he had managed to find from this town.
Entreri pushed him off the roof. And threw the bouquet of flowers after him, of course only after he had first lit it on fire. He threw a few roof tiles too. And one of his boots. And a plenty of curses.
Of course, Jarlaxle didn't need to find out that he carefully pressed one little flower inside of a handkerchief and kept it in a secret pocket in the back of his belt. He seriously didn't need to find out about that.