She makes a small face at the offer of drinks. "I think... another dinner would be better, actually." That pink in her cheeks is most assuredly due to the sudden cold of the air outside, right? It would have nothing to do with embarrassing memories. Nothing whatsoever. Nope.

Amelia can tell that Felix is meandering, but she won't argue. The movement keeps them warm and they can laugh and talk as they go. Felix is an easy going soul, one so different from her own, and Amelia finds herself relaxing in spite of her ever present desire to keep track of everything. Laughter is such a rare thing these days, but with him? It's easy to forget her worries and sadness, if only for a little while.

After they've tried half a dozen taverns and clubs, though, she decides to call him out on his scheme. "I know you already have a place in mind," she says with a smirk. "Do you want us to lose our feet to the cold before we arrive?"