Maybe it would be a good moment to play the hero, sweep her off her feet and lay her out on the bed, but he doesn't want to push anything after he's gotten a smile from her. It's not even a coy one. He leans against the frame of the bedroom door, willing to watch rather than escort her those last few steps.

"Come to the halloween party and you probably will see it," a slight wrinkle of his nose, "If I can find the black tights."