[Duo looks at him for a long minute, then mirrors his shifty glance. With a movement sort of like a resigned shrug, he stands up again, shoving the rest of the slice in his mouth, and walks up to the counter again. He taps on the pizza box.]

Put your hand on it, like you're reaching for one. Don't let go.

[He waits, and then... it's not like Dee could feel it, but Duo's cloaked him before. His hand remains resting on the counter.]

You're dependent on the size of the shadows, right? Have you learned how to make yourself shadows?