"Trust me, it's horrid," the star replies, standing stock-still, chin still tilted downward. "I am not precisely in the habit of giving in to much of anything."

Her eyes close as he walks - she's making an idiot of herself and she's not exactly ready to look at him quite yet. The words, however, make her smile - still embarrassed, but ridiculously pleased all the same.

"You're an idiot," she murmurs and steps forward the last bit - that, at least, is a compromise she can accept - snaking her arms under his and curling them up over his shoulders, cheek pressing lightly to his chest.

"I'm coming with you, by the way."