The smile she gave Errol faded when he dropped his head. She leaned in, stood on her toes, and whispered as faintly as she could, "You being here again is enough." The earnestness in her eyes covered the brief flicker of something else. Her hand jerked at her side as if she'd thought to touch his wrist, his arm, something -- but then thought better of it. And then, with another flashing smile, she turned on her toes and grinned at her guests again. And, oh, apparently one of Errol's friends, too!
"It's nice to meet you, Fred!" she said cheerily, while accepting Lestat's bouquet in her arms. "Lestat, they're beautiful!" Then to Fred, "-- My name is Beauty -- well, Honour, but I have a hard time remembering to answer to that." And now Lestat was wandering off to the bookshelves, and Beauty remembered promising the tour, so she turned, waved to Fred and Errol (the door chimed behind her) and then turned to find Lestat and Dinah again --
-- but she found Eric, smirking, waiting for her. Immediately, Beauty flushed the brightest red her skin had ever managed. "Eric..." she said, voice gone strange and breathless. Then she remembered her conversation with Dinah, remembered how she'd talked about Eric.... Swallowing, she glanced between the two, then darted to Eric and set her fingertips on his wrist and said, "I never thanked you for last night. I had a good time."
Without having any inkling of how that might have sounded to ... more worldly people, she laced her fingers delicately around Eric's wrist and tried towing him toward Dinah. These two needed to get some things straight before she chased after Lestat and took the rest of them on the tour of this delicious, delightful bookstore.