[She mentioned it, but she didn't seem too put off by it, and that had him smiling brightly. It was curbed by a pout when she moved his hand, holding his in hers and moving that little bit away from him, but she wasn't leaving him. Just... moving them inside. As they should. With a soft little groan, he used his free hand to adjust himself a bit, tugging his coat down in a futile attempt to cover himself.]

I truly hope we don't run into anyone inside. I'm told my... charm is worse when I'm riled up. Which I certainly am. Not complaining, though.