He bit back a laugh when she stopped in front of him. "Me?" He asked, grinning? "Why I'd be delighted, Ma'am," he winked, standing and holding out his hand for her to take.
He let her lead the way, her show and all, weaving their way through the tables toward the door that led to the dressing rooms. Once they were through it he couldn't resist, pressing her back against the wall, one hand on either side of her. "You do that very well, you know."