Well of course. It's an American suburb. Fear not, my love, they will see my face and become suspicious, no doubt, of my own origins.

(He was no stranger to racism. None of them were. They had all seen every end of bigotry over the years. America's terrorist paranoia was as exhausting as it was pointless.)

Between your complexion, my face, and our love, I do wonder what we shall get burned at the stake for first in this world.

(There's some tinge of amusement there, but there was also some raw sincerity too. It has happened before to them. Sometimes together, sometimes apart, but always possible. He put nothing past humanity anymore.)

We shall see. I would imagine they would. They do love chicken.

(Nicky takes the keys from him and heads downstairs and out to the car. There's thankfully no one around so there's no real fuss getting inside and setting his sword in the back. Hilt leaned forward so that he could reach it just in case.)

You know. (He revs the engine to life, peering over at Joe.) We might sooner draw attention because of our car than anything about us. This thing is not very subtle. Some people might think you're overcompensating, Yusuf.

(A smirk, and Nicky backs the car out of the driveway.)