She blinks at the mountain of sweets from over the rim of her glass, the corner of her lips quirking up a bit. So her Demon King has a sweet tooth.... that was interesting.

The server moves to offer Dove the selection next, but then there's a woman bowing behind her, respectfully asking for the Archangel's attention.

"If I may... Your gown is ready, if you would like to change, Lady Dove."

Another round of blinking, before a realization and the scratch of her chair against the floor. She almost simply follows the woman, but pauses, hesitates, and sets a hand to Zaveid's shoulder, bending a bit to press a chaste kiss to the side of his head before she disappears.

They are, after all, in the very public eye...