It's unfamiliar, how significant this feels. It's been such a long time coming (and for such a long time it seemed like this would never happen at all). He'd just about made up his mind to go, because he couldn't stay, because unless there was something to come back to he'd be better off trying to forget the last three years.

But here they are, with nothing in their way.

He grins broadly as she guides his hand, and for a long moment he concentrates on fanning that spark of interest into a proper flame. Whatever may come, he's certain she won't forget tonight, and that's a victory that spurs him on.

Slowing the movement of his fingers but not pulling his hand away, he pushes himself up on his other elbow. It wasn't quite what he was getting at.

"Will you let your hair out?" he asks, barely more than a whisper beside her ear.

Yeah.