He held her hand as he got up from the sofa too. Wondering if Tifa would like to have ramen on that place Vash and him frequented usually, then something very silly came to his mind.
Instead of the romantic thought of what would have happened between them, he was thinking what would happen now that she was there. If Tifa was younger than the one he knew back home, that meant she had never seen Fenrir before. Men.
He walked past her, still holding her hand and tugged her now a bit. "Let's go out instead, I have to show you something." Now he was acting like a little boy, just like himself, really. "I just have to get my gloves from my room." His hand on the knob already.