[She'll snatch up his arm once it gravitates nearer, not too tight but far from loosely held. She'll actually settle in closer to his side the way she holds his arm, though it may be a purposely distracting tactic.
For, by the time they've passed through the doors to the bar, she's changed her appearance completely. Leaning away from him, but not letting go of, she offers him the smile Mrs. Xavier showed off in picture from the kitchen.] This is how I met Charles; pretending to be his mother.