With a half smile, she moved closer to him and slid her hand into his. Somehow, his costume seemed to suit him perfectly; something romantic, archaic, a bit Byronic, maybe. Though she have been confusing her historical periods. Either way, it seemed appropriate, and it seemed fair to draw closer. After they'd last seen each other, the way he'd taken care of her, they hadn't spoken again, which seemed stranger still to her. She imagined his assistance had been just that: a courtesy he'd have extended to any neighbor. A step further than she'd have done for most, but perhaps he'd thought he'd owed her after the events of their first meeting.
In any case, she felt more comfortable around him now, and perhaps no less drawn to him, despite his strange formality. Beyond that, something inside tugged at her to stroke his wrist with her thumb once her hand was in his.
"And why is that, Elias?" she asked, her half-smile still lingering.