He was nearly always flustered. So her guess was accurate, at least this time. Holding her close, he spoke softly. Mostly hoping no one would hear. "How are you feeling?" Gently petting her hair, he did his best not to mess up her braid, then moving his fingers to her ears. He gently scratched behind them. "We don't have to make the reservation if you're not feeling well..." Biting his lip, he secretly hoped that perhaps she'd be more in the mood to sleep or cuddle than.... whatever it was she had planned for the evening.