Suspicion and worry sat uneasily in his stomach, and Errol squeezed Beauty's hand as much for his own benefit as for hers. "Of course," he said. "We can go anywhere you'd like."
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye--not staring, but taking her appearance in nonetheless. She looked jittery. Something was wrong. He waited for her to explain, or for the opening that he could use to tease the information out of her in bits and pieces. He held on to her hand as they walked.