In a quick, almost-smooth movement, he was up off his stool and holding his arm out to her to take.

The wonderful drift of scent that hits him when she moves is like honey candy, slightly floral and richly sweet. He's actually a little bit hungry, and wondering if they should order something in for after the fact. Dessert, so to speak, after the main course.

"Perhaps a hotel," he suggests, knowing the size of their starter capsules. "Easier to make use of wider open facilities, righ'?"