[The quirk to her lips that strengthens at the sight of his grin and the sound of that chuckle doesn't fade as she raises her shoulders slightly and lets them fall in a not-quite-shrug, as response to his comment.]
[Her lips do start to flatten out (though they don't relax all the way) when he straightens, and she blinks up at him, at first benignly confused. The gesture seems to take a moment to register; she doesn't even realize what he's got in mind until he's halfway down in that bow, at which point her mouth shifts into an 'o', her eyes just a little bit wide. Her gaze shifts once between the offered arm and his face. She doesn't miss the color there, though she doesn't think much of it; surely he's just embarrassing himself? Not that he has anything to be concerned about in her opinion, really - she's quite pleased.]
[It's true that she has her doubts. It's true that she thinks she should at least offer him the chance to back out, make sure he knows it's okay and that he doesn't have to do this. There's the slightest of hesitations, but, unable to help herself, the girl giggles behind a hand (though whether she thinks him silly or is just flattered is debatable. Perhaps it's both?) and when she removes that hand her smile is wide. There's the slightest touch of color to her cheeks, but that's probably most easily blamed on her laughter.]
[Bobbing some loose approximation of a curtsey, she presses her fingers together happily with a,]
I'd be honored.
[Even though she still intends to offer him a way out, it just... seems wrong to leave him hanging. So, she extends a hand to gently take that offered arm, though it's more like she's just placing her hand very very lightly against it; it's hardly a touch at all, since she's intent on hearing his answer without unintentionally pressuring him. Her skin is just as soft as ever and her hand just as small, and she smiles even as she says,]
But you know, you don't have to be, if you'd rather not. I'd understand.
[No hard feelings, it seems, if the look on her face is any indication.]
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[Her lips do start to flatten out (though they don't relax all the way) when he straightens, and she blinks up at him, at first benignly confused. The gesture seems to take a moment to register; she doesn't even realize what he's got in mind until he's halfway down in that bow, at which point her mouth shifts into an 'o', her eyes just a little bit wide. Her gaze shifts once between the offered arm and his face. She doesn't miss the color there, though she doesn't think much of it; surely he's just embarrassing himself? Not that he has anything to be concerned about in her opinion, really - she's quite pleased.]
[It's true that she has her doubts. It's true that she thinks she should at least offer him the chance to back out, make sure he knows it's okay and that he doesn't have to do this. There's the slightest of hesitations, but, unable to help herself, the girl giggles behind a hand (though whether she thinks him silly or is just flattered is debatable. Perhaps it's both?) and when she removes that hand her smile is wide. There's the slightest touch of color to her cheeks, but that's probably most easily blamed on her laughter.]
[Bobbing some loose approximation of a curtsey, she presses her fingers together happily with a,]
I'd be honored.
[Even though she still intends to offer him a way out, it just... seems wrong to leave him hanging. So, she extends a hand to gently take that offered arm, though it's more like she's just placing her hand very very lightly against it; it's hardly a touch at all, since she's intent on hearing his answer without unintentionally pressuring him. Her skin is just as soft as ever and her hand just as small, and she smiles even as she says,]
But you know, you don't have to be, if you'd rather not. I'd understand.
[No hard feelings, it seems, if the look on her face is any indication.]