Her rules, weren't they? He does hazard a small snicker when she presses against she shoulder. Which becomes another squeak when she bites him. There's so much more pain there than the little pinch of teeth. He glances at her hair for a moment, but the audience applauds and they are back in the city.

"Imeld-" He sucks in a breath, not having expected her to look at him. His heart is in his throat again, and he would really, really like it to stay in his chest where it belongs! Not so close to his ears that he can't hear anything except Imelda breathing and the memories bearing down on him of her angry voice condemning him in a hundred ways. Or the softer memories of her voice in the kitchen or bedroom of their tiny home.

Hector swallows heavily, aching to lean down to kiss her. She looked so much like she had the last day he had seen her as he waved to her from beside Ernesto. Promising money and letters to come in his place until it was over. Yet, that challenge...he leans in a bit, eyes shining a bit behind the mask.

Instead of a kiss though, he leans his lips against the very corner of her mouth. Speaking softly there, in the one secret place that only he had ever managed to touch. "Ay, mi llorona, mi reyna morada y bella."