As if the broad-shouldered young man needed anymore charm, he showed a smirk that could summon pink to the cheeks of about all the girls here. However, Jeanne knew better than to fall into the pace of a charmer who knew the trade so well. Or she told herself now. Thankfully or not, he turned away from her to look at the crowd.
Well, it’d hardly be right for the detective to bring a date that wasn’t the police force to the heist. If only he were that unprofessional. This job would be much easier, without the alibi-creating. But speaking of alibis, the opportunity to both take closer looks at any traps he might’ve laid is tempting.
But she wouldn’t appear too eager. The blonde demurred, looking out to the crowd herself as if there was chance of better company. She even went so far as to slip herself away from his light grasp. Before it seemed as if she was going to reject, however, Jeanne placed her hand, the correct one, into the one she just vacated.
Smiling teasingly, she said, “A tempting offer.. I suppose I will let you hold me back, detective.“
For now.
It was almost unfortunate that every move she made played so perfectly into the profile that Hakuba was beginning to establish. She was a crafty one, this Jeanne d’Arc… and while the detective was certain that he was going to get into a lot of trouble with her, he couldn’t exactly complain about that.
Her ploy worked wonderfully, and as Hakuba gently tightened his grip upon her hand, he nodded in kind and began to lead her toward the side tables.
"Champagne?” he asked, taking a flute from the first one they approached. “Or are you more of a wine enthusiast?"
Hakuba’s gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he shifted, ever so slightly, to take in the rest of the atmosphere, noting people as they milled about. God, with this distracting challenge, Kaitou KID could come in disguised and Hakuba might not recognize him.