She tilts her cheek against him, letting his long hair tickle her skin. A line forms between her brows.

"You accompanied me t'Carlotta's weddin' already. We could go as friends."

Two invitations in as many minutes? It's odd, like he's rushed for something. Like he wants to keep her near. Like he can't get close enough. She holds him, uncertain in his embrace.

"I might not make a very good companion. I don't do much 'round the holidays."

She brushes his temple with her lips, and pulls back.

"But, I — I could try."