Hemingway just couldn't get enough contact with her. The somewhat innocent touches were all he had right now, and there was possibly a subconscious desire to make sure all the guys checking her out knew that she was here with him. A slightly possessive streak that he was only partly aware of.
Hemingway chuckled with her, just making the observation seem like nothing, when it couldn't have been closer to the truth. "Maybe," Dali agreed, examining her features a little close for comfort, trying to figure her out.
Feeling her tremble a little, Hemingway just kept his hold on her, strong and steady. "Enjoy your night," he told Dali, before moving them slightly to find her a seat before she passed out. He sat her down, and then pulled another chair to be beside her, not wanting to shout over a table at her. The hat came off now they were indoors, and the jacket of the suit shrugged off, the room becoming hot with all the bodies packed in. "Are you all right?" he asked in her ear, with only a slightly teasing tone, mostly genuine concern.