"Jealous of me, obviously." Was his reply to the question, nodding at her assessment of the situation at hand, it amused him, usually, how often their opinions on things aligned.

He'd been about to suggest the terrace himself, or at least one of the 'backstage' areas when she was already leading him off towards the kitchen and he grinned. He would have kept up with her easily even without her hold of his hand, but he wasn't going to object to it either.

It didn't happen often, but sometimes during these chases real life did turn out just like the movies, and it seemed that today was their one in a million, because there was a bus cart of dirty dishes that he sent skidding towards their pursuer with a kick. He slammed the kitchen door closed behind them again, grinning at the few people on the terrace who'd turned their way, "Sorry to do this folks, but going to have to ask you to head back out front, or back into the ballroom, got a minor gas leak in the kitchen, won't be any problem for the rest of the party, just need to clear out the area here until we get it patched."