Louis dropped his head back for a moment, wondering if he should make the effort to follow her. He tried not to mull over her words, as tonight was meant for disguises and putting aside your real world worries. He did not feel anything but excitement at the idea of pursuing things with this woman, this secretive, gorgeous woman, so was there really a reason for her to walk away, or was she simply playing hard to get?
He straightened his shoulders, deciding then that he did in fact want to see where this could lead. It was the most invigorating thing that had happened to him in months; the least he could do was see it out until the end.
Louis gave her a few moments to herself, attempting to not appear too eager. He didn't think he was, as he could easily accept another empty night as that was what he had been planning on from the moment he arrived. Also---maybe she did need the breath. Louis himself did not find it easy to talk to a woman when there was only one thing on his mind, so who knew if she was battling those thoughts as well? It was times like these where he wished his one-sixteenth Veela blood actually was of some use to him, in ways other than pickup-lines.
"It is too cold to be out here," he said as he came up to her. Louis tried to determine her expression, but behind her mask and her seemingly determination to keep away from him, it was hard. Feeling bold, he stepped to her side and put his hand on the small of her back. "You don't have to be."
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