I don't mind. [She lets go of his neck, dropping her hands to his shoulders and lets them drift down to gingerly rest on his waist. She doesn't want to let go, but is ever so slightly edging herself towards doing just that.
She glances around, having yet to step back.] It's really pretty here, I like it. [She tugs playfully at the front of his shirt, smoothing away dust that isn't really there.] But now you're going to have to go all the way back to the bar for your cloak.