He stood up when he saw her walking up, and took her hands into his, pressing a kiss to the back of her fingers on one hand. "Don't worry, I wasn't waiting long." He smiled just slightly at her compliment, bowing his head in lieu of thanks. "You look beautiful. That's a very interesting skirt." He meant it literally; the skirt was bold but not, in his opinion, annoying to look at. He stepped away and held the door for her, paying their way inside. He spent a moment looking at their myriad of choices - there were corridors that led to gallery after gallery. "The lady should choose." He said finally. He was still rather overwhelmed with the fact that he could take in the art which he'd spent so long unable to enjoy.