By this point Luke wasn't sure who'd started this game; he was sure that he was ready for it to end. Michelle seemed intent on just the other side of it and he wasn't the type to go and disappoint just out of his own growing discomfort.

"Eyebrows raise for stupider reasons than two people going into Honeyduke's," he commented, considering the idea of offering her his arm as they crossed the road to the sweet shop which, as per usual, still had a decent sized crowd within. "How about this? You pick out the girl and I'll go with it, yeah?"

He'd decided against the offering of his arm opening the door to let her into the blast of sweet and warmth, the door shutting behind them and giving him every reason to press up close behind her. His hand settled against her waist, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear for a last few words.

"Just keep in mind: I like dark brown hair, laughing eyes and girls who tend to have chocolately pepperminty breath."

Slipping away from her (far harder than one would imagine) he made as if he were studying the various options of girls and candy to choose from.