[He would have clapped his hands on her shoulders if they weren't full. He would have kissed her into silence if he were sure he wouldn't get a fist to the face in return.

Lupin III instead leaned forward, and rested his forehead on top of hers.]

Fujiko. Breathe!

[He said those words softly, verbally raising a stop sign. He chuckled, and took a step back. That punch might still come.]

Now, slow down--slow down. That's a lot to process, Fujiko. Magic? Drafts? Fountains? You need to be more detailed if you want me to understand anything here.