[He doesn't know why, but as soon as he begins to loosen his grip even slightly, Siffrin clings on for dear life. Arms grasp at him with a strength he didn't know they were capable of, fingertips dig into his shirt like nails are trying to find his skin, and Change, it makes him so worried.] Sif?

[The words "are you okay?" are on his lips, but he doesn't get the chance to say more- a dry, amused voice cuts in and Siffrin promptly flings themself from him. Isabeau just about jumps out of his skin at that sound himself, still awkwardly holding his arms out as he turns to face the source. That's... Odile? It is! There she is, perched against the corner of the boulangerie, regarding the two of them wild her usual mild judgement. Cutting, but also very much above it all. Pressing a hand to his chest, he lets out a mixed sigh, relief and disappointment both filtered through his attempt to calm himself down. He wouldn't dare begrudge her for showing up, but... it definitely feels like she interrupted something important. Something he'll have to ask Siffrin about later.]

Good evening, M'dame! Were you looking for us?

[Change the subject. Draw it away from the canoodling they were absolutely just doing, because he is soooooo not talking about that with her. If Isabeau wasn't already blushing profusely from the question before, he most certainly would be now. The heat is impossible to chase away, but he does his best to collect himself around it. His voice only wavered a little bit! A new record!]

Or maybe you were also hoping to escape the noise of the party for a bit?