It's not as easy as it has been to take off with him. She is wearing a rather lot of dress. Gathering it up in one hand, gripping it firmly to keep it out of the way of her hooves as she skips to keep pace even with him.

If she stops him, it isn't to talk, it's to pull him against her, when they're out of sight of any partygoers, and kiss him soundly before pulling away the next second with a breathless echo of laughter. Like sulking teenagers, ready to be caught red-handed.