His eyes flickered to that laughter as well, the reality of their situation settling in slowly, but his heart still urging their proceedings to continue. He looked over the rail to the ground, not too far below. He turned back to his partner with a dashing sort of grin, almost roguish in nature, as he moved to place his back toward the balustrade. Both of his hands found hers to pull her along gently.<br/><br/>"Milady, I believe I would fancy a stroll in the gardens. Would you accompany me?" he asked, peeking over his shoulder; the drop was hardly a few feet. "You could meet me by the fountain... or I shall catch you, should you take such a leap of faith to my waiting arms."<br/><br/>He didn't even wait for her reply; he was sure enough in the magic of the night that she would follow.  But how?  He vaulted fluidly over the rail, with the grace that was almost surprising. He stood in the grass below, smiling up toward the mystery woman, awaiting either her leap, or her to vanish back into the palace.