At her coaxing, Christian did stand. He didn't register the closeness, though were he in a different mind frame, he may have seen it, may have seen the touch of shyness that iced her invitation. Instead, he shook his head. "It will be mine," he said, his Victorian principles asserting themselves. "Do you like fettuccine alfredo? I know a nice Italian restaurant I'd like to take you to. I can wait here while you change, if you'd like."
Christian's Victorian principles still showed in the way he dressed when he went out - even for a simple visit. He was wearing a three piece suit, but he wore it so naturally that it didn't seem formal. It seemed standard, for him.
"The bread knots are particularly delicious," he coaxed, finally squeezing and releasing the hand that he held. "Let me just clean this stuff up, while you get ready."
And with that, he started taking down the absinthe fountain.