"But that's what dates are, aren't they?" Emma frowned. "All the proper datelike things. Isn't it supposed to change things? Folks act different ways. I mean, I'm the kind of girl you have fun with, yeah?" She was trying to wrestle with this, make sense of it because he wasn't sounding like anything she was used to.
She took a step closer, head cocked as she looked up at him. "If we're just doing what we would be doing anyroad, what makes it a date?" she asked curiously.