[ Goodness gracious. Thank Mila that that's over with. Her heart is beating so fast that she thinks she might expire—but maybe that would be a good thing, after that ordeal. She could swear that she felt every inch of his body... against hers... ]

A-Ah... why, it was no trouble at all!

[ Her face still feels like it's burning up, and so she avoids his gaze in turn—very uncharacteristic of her, but she just can't bring herself to do it. Will she ever be able to look at him again without remembering the way—

Oh, stop! She's being foolish! She's hardly a demure little girl anymore, and she spends most of her days witnessing far more wanton things than just occurred to her now.

Easier said than done. She clears her through and edges towards the street past their little alleyway—perhaps the fresh air will do her heart good. ]

Please, do put such thoughts of [ what just happened ] obligation out of your mind. Come—allow me to show you the city.