She knew in a heartbeat she probably shouldn't have asked the question. He didn't look at her when he answered, and his voice was tight and awkward. Sex, she knew, wasn't something Americans discussed quite as openly. Feeling like an ass, Katya returned to her seat. She wrapped her shawl around her arms and ensconced herself as squarely in the middle as possible. That way, he wouldn't think she was pulling away, but he wouldn't think she was trying to flirt with him either. She knew some women would take the opportunity.
The rest of the movie was interesting, but Katya hardly saw it. She was too busy beating herself up for making their time together uncomfortable. There were a few things said she wanted to ask about, but she didn't dare. It was like one of those tense silences between two people at a family dinner. The family continued talking, but those two people were absolutely silent. When the movie finally ended and the lights came back on, she tried not to rise too quickly.
Standing, she arched her back, stretching a bit, and then turned to him. "This was not so bad movie," she said. "They are speaking quickly, but I am surprised. It is not so hard to understand." Actually, she was a little proud of herself in that regard. She had managed to follow enough of the movie that she understood the plot and would be able to talk about it intelligently with someone. She thought about using her new-found knowledge on Luther, but opted not to do so. They could talk about other things on the walk home. Provided he wanted to talk to her at all.