She was heartily tempted to bite him but managed to refrain primarily because she didn't want some potioneer to kill him before she could.
Valmae ducked her head a bit to make her loose hair fall forward to mostly cover her perpetually pale face. She didn't want to give them away by doing her glowy ghost impersonation in the shadow of the bushes. Her free hand curled tightly around Lance's belt and her wand was in her hand. Worst come to worst, she'd just Apparate them back to her cottage.