"Uh..." He blinked again, before turning to look at with a slightly smaller smile. "Nothing. He just mentioned that we should be careful of the snow, is all. Paris is dreadful at keeping the streets clear."

He lied, he realized, because telling her the truth seemed far too harsh for an already delicate moment. And she was pretty when she smiled. It wasn't worth the heartache to be 'sir honesty' at that moment, as such.

"Would you like to dance?"