[ Her soft laugh is rich. It does not peal or ring, but it settles into bones, like she finds the presumption laughable, enjoyable, but she allows him the touch. She does not pull away from Howl, but instead, she tipped her head, and nudged their now joined forces toward the exit.

She had, too, been on her way out, after all. Her smile is mysterious as they move toward the exit, high pillars on either side leaving long shadows in the hall. ]

And where shall I take you? You are a newcomer, are you not? Shall I take you to see the sights?

[ Her smile does not deepen, but for a moment, it appears sharper. ] Or did you have some place in particular in mind?

[ A beat, and then: ]

I do often entertain in the Pavilion, after all. My home.