He let out a sigh of relief as the bulkhead door to First Class slid behind him, and some of the starch in his stance ebbed out. "You're my hero," he said to her in a conspirators whisper. He didn't care where she took him; anywhere was better than where he'd landed.
When they arrived in the ballroom, he let out a pleased sigh. "It was perfect," he assured her. Releasing her from his arm, he caught at her hand and brushed his lips lightly over the knuckles before letting go again.
"Tell me, Junior Entertainment Manager," he said lightly, surveying the room. "Just what is it that you do to prepare a ballroom to Leto Atreides II' exacting specifications? Because I'm not sure I know, myself."
He pulled off his jacket, then, laid it over one arm, and then unbuttoned his cuffs, clearly intent on giving her some help.