"No," Gabe said, stepping through the door and into the grand house (and he was close to her there, for a second, but not so close where it'd seem like he was being wholly inappropriate so much as suggestive). "Your nose looks sufficiently powdered. Cute, even."
He laughed though, over her reminder. Dad, what a fuck up that'd been. Usually he was quicker on his feet than all that. "I did promise that. Let's shake a leg then, shall we?" Instead of just reaching out to grab her shoulder for a lift this time, he offered a hand.