He arched his eyebrow at her; she was up to something, clearly. "Yes?" he asked, threading his arm around hers when she was pushed closer, and hardly expecting an answer. He found he didn't mind. 'Mischievous' seemed like her element, actually - it suited her, as little as he liked it in anyone very much younger. He moved with the queue, thinking for once that he might actually like to have a drink, although he felt calm enough.