[His smile changes from its usual warmth to something softer and stronger as she fits herself to him and rests her hand there. Of late there's been much more of a charge to her attention, something that he's been starting to think edges into intention and he's not averse in the least.

There's a distraction to his thoughts these days, and a near-constant awareness of where she is because he wants her company more than is platonic. Thankfully she seems to feel similarly. Thankfully, and bewilderingly.]

Mm, perhaps not.

[Obviously more than perhaps. He sets down his glass so he can rest his hand over hers on his leg and thread their fingers together.]

I feel no shame in being selfish in this one area.

[It's a delicate balance, this thing that's blooming between them. There isn't advantage to be taken, though sometimes it feels like he's at risk of doing so none the less. It makes his moves more careful and cautious.]

May I say I'm glad we chose to relocate? This is far nicer than I'd thought this evening could be.