Daphne had to admit, Draco had her impressed. The last place she might have assumed him to take her to would have been a muggle amusement park, but then, he'd surprised her before, too, with the Rivoli Ballroom, and that had been an absolutely phenomenal experience, and, well... she trusted him, something that was rather rare for her to begin with.
Of course, his lack of any sort of hint as to where they were going meant that Draco was lucky that Daphne was intuitive enough to guess that, if they were leaving for wherever it was he'd chosen in the morning instead of the evening, formal dress attire would not be necessary, but rather quite cumbersome. Which meant that she'd aimed for a far more casuallook for today's date. If he didn't approve... well, then he should have told her what he would have preferred in its stead.
"You know," she started slowly, glancing over her shoulder for a moment before touching the portkey, "you've gotten more mysterious over the years." It was only upon landing in their intended location, Daphne's eyes wide, that she decided to amend her statement. "Not to mention more mature."
She wasn't about to touch on the fact that his hot breath against the shell of her ear, his hands on her waist, the words themselves, had made her shiver, the realization that he'd also gotten more romantic striking her with astonishing force.