She parts the crowd once more, after a few engagements with gentlemen of varied tastes- and a few drinks, all though she's careful never to get drunk when she's working.

That, the promise of a confession, gets her attention. Her eyebrows go up, and she puts a hand on her hip, standing close to him. "Do you."

He seems so excited that's it's infectious- though it's not as if she wasn't excited anyway. Some part of her has been wanting to do this since she met him. Her smile widens.

"Then confess," she says, voice a low murmur, words a command.