She laughs slightly, loving his head tilt, as well as at the question. "Remind me to show you some time later. I think you'll like it. But not right now; we've got a mood going, and it'd be sad to ruin it." She quiets to hum softly, matching the strains of music they can still hear through the open doors.

The trail of his hand over her waist makes her look down, even before he's posed the question. "Sort of - the shopkeepers helped with the style. They said it was all the rage. "