It takes him a moment, to think it through the emotions playing over his face. He wants it really, wants to go out with her, a public appearance would do them good. But what if they saw it? That lingering feeling he swore was on his face when she wasn't looking but he looked at her.

He tried to hide the uncertainty at that idea, but he didn't say it, instead turning to give her a smile, squeezing her hand.

He was free in fact so he squeezed her hand as he spoke, "I would be happy to Helen." It was light, and he was almost afraid the affection on his face would come across as something more. He cared for her yes, but she didn't need to know how far, spending time with her was enough. Even if it was somehow misinterpreted as something else. "Though do they know you are bringing a guest?" Always the polite one of course.