The directness of his own move is very quickly overshadowed by the - not unwelcome - boldness of Hedwig's. Danny doesn't fight his eyelids when they flutter shut; he's too focused on resisting the urge to press forward, his abdominal muscles flinching with the effort of keeping still.

"Kennedy half dollars are so blah," he dismisses half-heartedly. Danny might not want to relinquish the driving seat to Hedwig any time soon, but he figures he has a way to get what he wants without looking like he's asking for it. He pulls the belt tighter, forcing Hedwig's lower half even closer and happily resulting in an almost boastful flex of his biceps.

"A monkey could collect those." He snorts a little at his own observation, eyes reopening. "Which is really funny because they're worth peanuts."