He grins a little; sobers soon after.

(He should feel more hesitant about this, he thinks. But he's had time to examine the angles and weigh his options...and at some point, you just have to put that shit aside and go with your gut if you want to go anywhere at all.)

"I think we should give it a try," he says. "I can't promise anything. And please," a touch of laughter emerges, "don't make me declare any of that formal suit shit. But yeah."

He rests his cheek on the top of her head.

"Let's try."