He let her drag him towards the kitchen, but then he felt her shy away when a house elf approached them. Raising his brow he nudged Emma a little, she wasn't going to burst out and cry now would she?
He bit his lip and concluded that he was being too paranoid, "Hello small creature, care to give us some pastries and hot cocoa?" Oddly enough, he and Emma were still holding each other's hands and quite reluctant to let go of the hold, so he walked towards one table her on tow and transfigured the stiff wooden chairs into soft comfy ones.