Fabrice knows that not everyone likes the offer of an arm; people are different, men and women both, individuals with specific tastes and wants. If Yvette had declined, he would have pulled his arm back, no harm done. He tries to be respectful as possible.

He tilts his head, considering the possibilities. He blushes outright when she mentions going back to her blace, and he only just manages to avoid turning his head away. "Well, I know a nice, quiet little pub just around the corner? We can go from there?" He offers, hoping he hasn't offended her by not jumping straight at the chance to go to her place.