Lyra felt her cheeks flush, though this kiss was decidedly more innocent than the first. She cleared her throat and tried to glance away from him, but found that she couldn't, caught in those strange eyes.
And he just seemed so sincere- where with any other man she would have accused him of feeding her a line, with Sapphire she realized that she fully believed he was just stating fact.
She eyes his offered hand for a moment, then gave a sharp, resigned sort of exhale. "Alright," she conceded, reaching out to lace her fingers through his, then turning to leave.
Well, it would keep him close, at any rate. She wouldn't have to worry about him wandering off.
With a brisk, "Come on, then," Lyra led him through the inn and out onto the street.