He smiled then, broad and genuine, fingers curling securely around Arthur's as he helped the other man up, resisting the urge to literally sweep him off his feet, that could wait for sometime when this wasn't all shiny and new again, sometime when he was a little more sure of his footing around the other man once more.

The smile though, was something that couldn't be helped even if he wanted to, and at the moment, he didn't. He only let go of Arthur's hand again when the elevator door actually opened, and even then it was almost reluctant.

What he asked, leaving Arthur at his room door was: "You still like crème brulée don't you?" He hadn't been kidding about dessert, apparently.