That's enough of a yes for Nico, who takes Tim's hand before sliding quickly down to the floor in the gap between their seat and the one in front of them.

Or - it looks like that's what he's doing, at first. Tim might have just enough time to see the shadows there start to enfold Nico before he's drug down into the shadows.

The sensation isn't pleasant. It's been described as freezing and melting your flesh from your bones at the same time, but it's mercifully quick, with no lingering side effects for anyone other than Nico.

He looks around, blinking at the canals. "... sorry about this. I wanted to go home, and I did but... the wrong one."

Welcome to Venice?