*smiles up at you and takes your hand, loath to relinquish it again*
*but she does, when they retrieve their coats from the coatroom (at which point she loosens your tie for you) and again when they leave the restaurant*
*finds she can just make out your hands in the glow of the streetlights* Agreed. No protests tonight. *walks backward in front of you, teetering slightly on her heels, not wanting to miss a word or a gesture* *laughingly* Anyway, I can always ask Vána to give me safe haven at hers.