When she called him forth, the impulse to follow was irresistible and delicious. He saw her as a fellow-dancer, a light in a too-dim world, a fantastic spirit. Of course he would follow.
They went out into the night, climbing and talking. They bounced across busy roads; It was simplicity itself. They climbed, ever climbing, reaching a dark and quiet place. They sat down, and she turned away from him. There was no seeing her after that.
They went back down together in a night void of stars, and left each other with less than a goodnight between them.