It's probably for the best the monologuing is ignored-- it saves them both some flustered flailing. She beams at his agreement, pausing to fish both phones out-- cameras pointed away from him, so her own bodyguard doesn't eat her alive. She sets her personal phone, the baby-pink one with a ridiculous amount of charms dangling from it, to video, then tucks it halfway into her top, the camera peeking out. It's probably the most impolite thing she's ever done in her life.

The other phone- the knight one, she sets to camera mode-- this one she can hold, and she reaches the free hand, clad in a dainty ruffly glove for his, letting out a sheepish giggle as she grabs it.

"Ready?"