She smiled and squeezed his hand as he helped her out of the limo. "That would be nice." Portkeying was an oddity that she was growing used to, and it barely bothered her that day.
Once she was settled back into the limo, she couldn't help but laugh at what he'd said. "Yes. Yes, I do have a thing for you. A rather large thing." She chuckled low in her throat, looking back at him and letting her head on his shoulder. "Is that bad? I'm afraid I can't stop." She blinked, then realized he hadn't seen her tattoo - not the real him.
"Artan even said so," she chuckled, turning and moving the straps of her dress so he could see it properly.