Before taking his arm, Angelina made a quick face of disgust. Not that grabbing his arm to apparate was going to be anymore contact with him than they'd have while they were out dancing, but she couldn't help it. She was still only reluctantly playing the part, and there was a part of her that thought with every touch and every pleasant exchange, that it was becoming less of a forced act and more second nature to her. This was something she did not like.
"You're not looking so bad yourself," she said with a smirk as she took his arm. Funny how appearances could be deceiving. Both dressed to the nines, going out for an evening together, looking more like the happily engaged couple than the begrudgingly stuck with each other couple. Whatever, Angelina planned on going out, having fun, and pretending that she was in the company of say Fred or Oliver if she had to.
"Just remember, stepping on my feet is a hitting offense," she added and winked at him as if this were simply a joke. No, she fully intended on hitting him if he stepped on her feet -- it was a perfect excuse to hit him, and she'd take advantage of it if she could.