*experiences the same giddy thrill he always does when someone refers to Finduilas as his girlfriend (no but really she's gorgeous and funny and sweet and a Star and he doesn't feel like a Star boyfriend?)*
*takes the photog's direction (give 'em a smile, Dare, you own the place) and complies perfectly on-cue, only vaguely aware that he's meant to contrast with you on every front* *can't help an owlish expression of surprise (*and the camera flashes at just the wrong moment*), though, at your invitation* Tonight, you mean? Oh gosh, uh— (*and he's completely gone to that shyness* *flash*) —I mean I guess, yeah, who would say no to you??, if you don't mind— (*and Dare's smile has melted into Elliott's* *flash*) —are you sure you don't mind? (*flash flash*)
*jerks his attention back to the job at the photog's finger-snapping* Sorry! Sorry, sorry. *cocks his shoulders defiantly and thrusts his chin out for Dare's surliest glare (which seems to make the photog happier)* *to you, under his breath* I have to make sure Ethan's cool with me bailing on him, though. *why yes, has momentarily forgotten that you're an International Superstar and offers like this one don't drop out of the sky every day*