It should have been awkward - that was something Pansy would have done, and he'd generally feel still and forced when he patted her hand and slid it more firmly onto his arm. It felt different, though. Perhaps not better, but not so out of place.
There were a few people about who looked, but he didn't take any account of them. Just walked her to the great doors and pushed open, holding it open for her to duck out into the dark air.