When she touched his hand, Stephen could immediately tell she was nervous merely from the tension in her grip. Poor thing, she was taking Sophie's words to heart too much. "Here now, you're going to have to calm yourself more than this." Stephen turned more towards her, switching hands and then pressing his other hand on the small of her back. "Dinner in France, Miss Potts. Not a lifetime commitment," he assured her, his green eyes softening as he looked at her.
He walked them towards the open portal, and she probably felt a whoosh of air and a little disorientation when they arrived on the other side, but he was sued to this kind of thing. It closed behind them, and he didn't let go of her hand at first as he stared up at the large archway in front of them. "Hmm, the Arc d'Triumph wasn't quite what I was going for, but it will do," he said.