She might have guessed, perhaps, he's not the smoothest when it comes to planning and executing a date. He's fine at actually spending time together, he's thrilled to be in her presence, to have the ability to simply reach out and touch her without hesitation, the moment the thought occurs to him. Talking to her, laughing with her, listening to her, watching her countenance pulse with so much life — he loves it all.

It's the date part that he sometimes fumbles his way into. He's good at having grand ideas, not always the best at smaller details. He's also quite limited by the reality of them being trapped here. But he did have the presence of mind to consider perhaps they might want a quieter, more private space for a little while.

"Well — here is lovely. Or there," he nods to Oleuni Square. "Or over there." He nods to his left, to nowhere in particular. "But I wondered — I mean, I thought perhaps — a quieter space only for us? Do you want that?"

If she doesn't, he won't be disappointed, he only wants to make her happy.