She stays obviously cross a moment more until he presents her with the remains of one of the flowers. She giggles, soft, sweet, snatching at the veil that hangs around the edges of her face. Tugging it over the bottom of her face, her eyes lower as she pretends to smother her laughter. False embarrassment, to be utterly smitten with his attention as she shyly ventures for the flower he gives.

"Rascal." Mollified, as she fixes it into her hair. "I still might, just so you can't trouble me anymore with your wondering."

And she flicks her skirt, skipping a step forward that is more pointed. Direct. Her eyes sharp with it as she directs him onwards - run, Admiral, and the guards will not look too hard at a lovers squabble. Rather they whistle, cheering them on. Go on then, let's see her catch him.