Giggling softly at Nigel's compliment, Arlia replied with a curtsy, "Why thank you. I'm truly flattered, but surely this illustrious night is nowhere as captivating as you are, good sir." Over the last few days, Arlia began to experience strange symptoms whenever she thought of him, such as increased heartbeat rate, the slight rise in temperature of her face, and her wandering thoughts about the silver-haired man whose personality, charm, and charisma infatuated her. After reconciling with the fact that she had began to think of him more than just a professional partner, she had decided to hide this from the rest of the family out of fear that they would take this glimmer of joy and hope away from her. "Well then. We have a lovely night to ourselves tonight. Shall we?" Arlia offered one hand to him, on her face a sweet, if not somewhat shy, smile unaltered by any pretense.