Smiling at her - how could he not? - just as Madam Puddifoot made her way to the table, he ordered them up a Valentine's Special and turned back to Michelle as she was sliding a small envelope across the table to him.

I made this for you, she said, feeling distinctly awkward. It isnt anything very much, but its kind of fun, I think.

His fingers brushed her own, on purpose, as he took the envelope and slid his forefinger under the edge of the flap. Tugging out the card, he smiled; he could recognize a homemade card. Moreso, he found that he appreciated them more. They might not have the gloss and shine of something picked up at Scrivenshaft's or the like, but they represented a lot more heart than knuts.

"Oh," he paused, just before opening the card, his hands fumbling into the pocket of his cloak on the back of his chair. He had spent hours, literally, deciding what to get for Michelle once she had said yes to going out. Hours. He'd considered everything from a rather expensive necklace to a boquet of hothouse flowers before settling on something in between. Pulling out the small box, he handed it over to her with a slightly shy smile.

"That's for you," he said, unnecessarily. The box, a red shimmering color, contained a small assortment of various wizarding chocolates; everything from one that changed flavors as you ate it to one that made small heart-shaped bubbles float out of the ears. "I didn't get a card for you," he added, feeling a bit of a jerk for it at that moment.

Shrugging it off mentally, he turned back to the card she'd gotten him and opened it, a small candy heart appearing emblazoned with the words, 'You're cute!'. He cocked a brow as he took the heart and closed the card, looking at it for a moment before turning it for Michelle to see.

"Am I then?" he aksed before popping it into his mouth and looking back to the card to examine it a bit more. Opening the card again, he was a bit surprised to see another heart appear, and then even more so at the words that scrawled across this one: 'Take me'. His eyes darted up to Michelle's face and then back to the heart, a small smirk appearing. Either Michelle had been hiding much of her personality from him for months or this had been a slight error in her charmwork. He assumed the latter.

He also figured he'd see if he could have some fun with it.

"If you want," he commented, not yet showing her the heart, but quiet obviously responding to the words that were upon it as he held it between his thumb and forefinger making a show of reading it.