An eyebrow quirks with a kind of dry amusement as his gaze follows her hand and watches her tuck her hair behind her ear. There was something so unbelievably feminine about the gesture, and he can't help but reach out himself, taking another stray strand and tucking that behind her ear, too. "I would not wish to be cruel to you. You beat that out of me several years ago."

He's distracted by what seems like a sudden plunge of darkness and silence; the fireworks' finale must have finished.