[ The smile on his face absolutely grows a little wider at that as they walk towards the tavern. Mostly as a way to tease her as Ingrid's already noted, but also because - if he's being honest with himself - Claude doesn't totally know what his intentions are. It'd seemed simple enough when he thought of it earlier, when it'd only taken a second for Ingrid to come to mind next, and despite his mildly obsessive desire to know the ins and outs of everything not immediately knowing what this is doesn't bother him. For now. ]
I suppose you have a point about taking you to dinner being most of the plan, though.
[ Would it kill him to admit this was, in fact, a hastily thrown together idea all because he wanted to spend some time with her? Probably not, but it feels like it might. Agreeing with her will have to do. As they reach the door to the tavern Claude reaches out first to hold it open for her, glancing inside briefly when the dull roar of activity from inside filters out to them before he looks back to her. ]
After you, of course. And you pick which table we're going to sit at - I don't think anyone will mind where we go or if we sit with whoever's already at any of them.
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[ The smile on his face absolutely grows a little wider at that as they walk towards the tavern. Mostly as a way to tease her as Ingrid's already noted, but also because - if he's being honest with himself - Claude doesn't totally know what his intentions are. It'd seemed simple enough when he thought of it earlier, when it'd only taken a second for Ingrid to come to mind next, and despite his mildly obsessive desire to know the ins and outs of everything not immediately knowing what this is doesn't bother him. For now. ]
I suppose you have a point about taking you to dinner being most of the plan, though.
[ Would it kill him to admit this was, in fact, a hastily thrown together idea all because he wanted to spend some time with her? Probably not, but it feels like it might. Agreeing with her will have to do. As they reach the door to the tavern Claude reaches out first to hold it open for her, glancing inside briefly when the dull roar of activity from inside filters out to them before he looks back to her. ]
After you, of course. And you pick which table we're going to sit at - I don't think anyone will mind where we go or if we sit with whoever's already at any of them.