Mated was a strong word. Far to strong. He would violently protested had it been used. As for the care free bit - well, he wasn't a believer in letting things get you down. He'd had his moments, sure, but his own personal methods of dealing with them seemed to mean he bounced back fairly quick. If he pulled others along in his cheerful wake, well, he couldn't say he was sorry for it. Caine always seemed like he could use some cheering up, and he was glad to see that the boots were giving him such a boost.

The Star Fleet captain wrapped his arms around Caine's shoulders, his legs grasping his hips. Precarious and a bit uncomfortable, but he reminded himself of why he was doing this and the discomfort faded, nothing more than a passing notion.

"Whooo!" Kirk called, his head twisting as he looked around himself, seeing the dome laid out below, nothing between him and the street but air. He should be terrified, but his heart hammered with excitement, eyes dilating with adrenaline. "And you did this all the time back in your world?" he asked Caine, gripping a bit tighter - for safety's sake, of course.