Toby saw the wry smile, but couldn't quite understand it. He decided not to waste his time trying, noticing something different when she let go of his hands.
Had she noticed anything? Did he lose his composure, his control causing something worse to happen? No. Not that he had noticed anyway.
When she spoke, he grinned. His mouth had a mind of its own. It was like his tongue was speaking for itself and not for him. He briefly looked at her fingers still on his hand, looked back at her and before he could stop himself, spoke in a low voice: "They look good together."