Truth be told, Thomas was still quite sore from the other night's skirmish, but he was not about to let a little discomfort put him off from taking advantage of Angelina's desire to go dancing. He'd noticed the slight change in her behavior and an opportunity such as this was not to be wasted. While he couldn't be certain whether her recent acquiescence was an act or not, he thought he could sense her hatred toward him waning, no matter how she hastened to remind him that she did, in fact, despise him.
"I am certain. I did promise you a night out and I am not one to break my promises." The truth was that he was doing this for himself just as much as he was her, but he could scarcely admit to that. It was much more preferable to let her think he was doing this solely to please her.
His bruised were covered, at least, and he knew he looked as handsome as ever in the suit he wore. "You look lovely, as always," he complimented her, flashing her a charming grin as he held out his arm. She might not want to take that arm, but he knew it would be necessary for them to apparate together to their destination, something he took a fair amount of perverse pleasure in.