"Oh right, because you're a gentleman, I keep forgetting." She replies with the same tease in her voice and his smile only makes her shine that much brighter, unfaltering when he finally announces that he's hit his wall of tolerance. There's no hesitation in how she moves, graceful in the way her hand falls away from him and she takes several steps back as if floating centimeters above the balcony instead of walking against it. A second later she's back to leaning in the doorway, giving him space in the open air so the slight breeze can bring him new scents that aren't her own.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Her smile returns, arms wrapped around herself to keep warm against the slightly cool air, and she gives somewhat of a facial shrug paired with a shoulder to match. "That's a lot more control than I've seen in most mortal men, let alone someone like you." Her gaze softens into something kind and honest in a way she would usually keep to herself. "I'm proud of you." The swell of hesitant optimism in her matches her words, as if confirming for him that she means it. "Your family, you said that they're probably not going to have as much of a struggle with it? Being around me?"