Much breathed in deep, the spicy smells from the restaurant warming the air, and he was standing close enough to Qebhet he could catch the edge of the scent on her braids, a different kind of warming. He stood a little closer when she stopped, her arm warm against his as he followed the line of her eyes toward the corner.
"Are they playing, tonight?" he asked, but there was something in her face that told him yes, there was something there, and he raised the hand that wasn't woven in hers to wave at where he felt the band must be. A little shiver fizzed over him, her gaze and his wave duel indications that the world had so many layers he'd never even thought to wonder about, back in Sherwood. "Should we say hi, first?" he wondered out loud. You didn't, normally, with a live band, but... these guys probably weren't used to people who just started dancing for them. He wouldn't want to throw anyone off.