Well, as long as Ralto didn't start trying to...assist in any way, Kimblee figured that the creature was likely fine; Emmy's behavior, at the very least, didn't seem to change any from what was expected, so he doubted she was receiving any sort of urgent thoughts being beamed into her head regarding her current company. He simply shrugged slightly, slipping his gloves off before he began looking through her bag for supplies; elegant but simple would be best tonight - with a dress like that she didn't need anything too ornate, lest it look overdone.

He rested his hand lightly against her arm while he began applying a light layer of powder to her face; her skin was cool to the touch, his hands having been warmed by the gloves.

"I really am pleased that you agreed to join me tonight, you know." His words were soft, his gaze flicking to meet her eyes before returning to what he was doing. "I was out of town until very recently, meeting up with a friend; otherwise, I would have done this properly, on the seventeenth. But a few days won't hurt anything, I don't think."