Both of Gellert's eyebrows raise in response and he grants Albus a cheeky little grin. "I always will, Albus. Are you still willing to show me? You know well my preferences for examples." It's sharp in its manner but still mischievous, that bright fire that draws people into his aura so that they might get burned. It's the way of him, the means by which he exists - the only way he knows how.

Taking back the locket, he tucks it away. Gellert is so young and he should be so impressionable but he's so set, so intense and insistent in his beliefs, that there's no shaking him. That's not the point though: at the mention of a beard Gellert lets out an almost-startled laugh, reaching out to touch the older wizard's chin. "It must have been magnificent. I'll stick to seeing you like this for now, though."

As for the rest--Gellert frowns briefly before nodding, taking a step back and holding out his hand. "Side-along? Take me there, Albus." Gellert knows well enough how to Apparate, but technically isn't allowed to by law, and so - he needs Albus to do it for him.