"It wont make me tired at all. Trust your feelings, Belle. Would you rather be here or there? And... would you rather postpone this?"
He hesitated, then nodded.
"I already know I like you and would like to see you again... if... if something has made this night uncomfortable, then maybe we could try again, another time when you feel like doing so?"
His voice was soft, tentative, and he was unsure of himself as he spoke, but then women had always been his confusion.