What an unfair man. But if she had truly disliked it, she would have said it. So the fact that she didn't... She wondered why, exactly. Because for as bold as he was, he still wound up helping her.

There didn't seem to be an immediate hurry to withdraw from him, more or less her mind playing catch up. Or she was trying to figure out what exactly was happening. What had happened. Why it had happened.

Instead, she eyed him curiously for a few moments before she finally tipped her head down to eye his chest. You're embarrassing me on purpose. Just like that night that you sang. Her fingertips splayed against the fabric of his tailcoat and she gave a subtle nod, as if to just say that she understood him, even wordless.

"...All right. Just for tonight I'll let you think of me as being a comparable match with you."