Sinric pulls Hannibal's arms around him in a warm hugs, stealing a kiss before following their lead. "There's an empire here? I understood America was a Greek democracy?"

He tucks one hand in Hannibal's as they walk, scanning back and forth, taking everything in. It's all so bright and wonderful. He strains to catch snatches of music, the babble of conversation, the clothes of the people they pass.