Perhaps it wasn't late for him, but Katya saw no reason to rush either of them home. She would be tired in the morning, but a few cups of caffeinated tea would pick her right up. No one would know the difference. Except, perhaps, Emma, who was the sweetest child on the planet and always asked after everyone. She turned her thoughts back to the man beside her; daydreaming was rude, after all.
With a small laugh, she shook her head. "Net, it is not so difficult." Yes, it was. "I am sorry for asking the questions that are uncomfortable." No, she wasn't. "But in future, I will know, so I will not have to be asking those sorts of questions." Another woman probably would have winked at him or giggled or something. Katya merely patted his arm as a reinforcement of her words. "There is specific tone Americans use when making suggestive words. Is not so hard to spot, now I know it is there." She glanced toward him, one brow quirked. "Do you see the cinema often?"