[even though he says he's fine, she still leans in to inspect what she can of him, which is mostly his face and hands, and those look okay. so he doesn't have to worry about a follow-up with her.

the question of her birthday gets her to straighten up, taking her free hand to place a finger on his lips.] Ah, ah! This is supposed to be about your birthday, and what you want to do for yours! If we were talking about mine-- which we're not-- but if we were, I'd tell you I'm still hoping for that masquerade ball [there's a sly smile for that.] but that's not being discussed. I'm focused all on you right now. What do you actually want for your birthday?