"My example? I just talk rubbish," she smoothed down the front of her dress again with a little sigh, wondering if she was ever going to get rid of the tiny creases in her skirts left behind from being crushed up against him.

"You however seem to be taking to being rather dashing," her eyes narrowed at him in the dim light and she grinned, leaning in just enough to bump her hip against his playfully before hurrying past to get up the stairs.

The sooner they reached the street, the sooner she would get to stop wondering whether or not they ever would.