"Red, yes. They are wonderful flowers..." He said, offering her his arm and setting down his glass on the table, hoping that he would need both hands free during their walk. "I would cut you some, if you liked? Or perhaps one, for the moment, as it would be easier to carry. The others I could have sent to you." He said, taking her out of the ball room and onto the paved area outside, his heart thumbing in his chest. Take her on the grass, or against a tree so the rough bark would mark that perfect white skin or perhaps just have her in the rose-bed... "The roses, then?" He asked, although not exactly sure what the rest of his question ought to have been.