Actually, Orsino hadn't had anything in mind. She always seemed to, though, and he'd been hoping she might take up where he'd trailed off. Unfortunately, that appeared not to be the case, and as he stood, he bit his lip. He pulled his coat on and zipped it quickly, heading toward the door with Penny.
"Ermm. I didn't, really," he admitted as they exited into the street. People pushed past them busily, and the sky had become considerably dimmer since they'd entered.
The evening was just beginning, but Orsino was at something of a loss. He'd considered the notion of going to Penny and Oliver's flat again, but he wasn't sure if this was exactly the time for that. Not that it would have necessarily been a redux of the last visit, but Orsino was more comfortable with Penny pacing things, for now. He still didn't know her that well, and admittedly was not yet completely at ease with her, though he had been getting there.
"We'll figure something out, I expect," was all he added.