The day Schön aspires to crassness and crudity is the day the whole of the multiverse knows something is very, very wrong. A gentleman with such treasures could never be crude or impoverished.

It's a night to let go, for relinquishing control. If she has to, he can live with mussed hair. (The smile sweetens things, surely?) Once his hair is fashionably askew she smoothes back a stray tuft of her own hair, and wonders how he's going to return the favor. "You're very welcome. So... does the Pan dance?"