Admittedly, there was a very... odd flutter that seemed to be born from the moment his lips met her hand. It traveled over her wrist, up along her forearm, and finally settled at her shoulder where she likened the feeling to a sort of numbness. Unsure of why the sensation even presented itself, Voile had a nigh impossible time drawing her gaze off of the fluid motion made on his end. But not once did she make the effort to withdraw and she didn't quite understand that either.

Finally her gaze found his face again and she nodded slowly as she listened. Her mind played catch up and quickly repeated what he'd offered her. "I really know nothing of host clubs," Voile seemed to have no trouble confessing. "From observance alone, however, I'd say you've had no issues running the one at the academy in the least. You get a good turnout of guests and you have plenty of people - students and faculty, I imagine - even participating."

She eyed a window of the limousine and squinted as she tried to make out the becoming lights in the not-so-far-off distance. "If you are looking for a theme, however... Why not something a little sweet? Flowers, perhaps. They have their own language and you can create quite the ambiance with them - as sentimental as that sounds."