River smacks her own head, with her ears. They practically flap. She glances at the inn, then back at Annabelle, and finds a well of courage normally reserved for negotiating with demons, killing people, and attempting to pet large dogs.

"Hey...I don't know if this is how it's done where you're from, but where I'm from us commoners who don't get the arranged marriage deal, we kinda...date. Getting to know someone, see if you might like to be friends or...something other than friends. The intent's the important part, right? Like the difference between some stranger telling you your outfit looks bad or your family doing the same. So..."

River offers her hand back out. "If I haven't been an irredeemable ass, maybe we get to know each other over coffee, and you call the shot at the end on if it was a date, Miss Whitlock? I um. Haven't actually had one of those in my life yet, you won't break my heart if I still didn't."