[ooc: OMG you have to nudge me when I lose these things!!! :( so sorry!]

"That does sound like him," she hums, a pleasant alto sound in the small of her throat. She keeps her gaze steady on the manor and the low buzz of the party inside it, a playful smile on her lips as he stares down at their interlocked hands. She knows him well enough now - as well as anyone could know a man like him - to know that Bruce Wayne wasn't one to stumble into surprise gestures like this, however small.

She turns her head towards him, shoulders shrugging upwards a fraction.

"If you'd like. It's your party, after all."