She did not strike him. She did not even keep up the same temperament that had whisked them away from the dance floor. For once it seemed that his honesty had actually counted for something, and though he could see that she was still more than a little put off by everything, it was good to know that he had not entirely ruined everything. But then again, he still had the rest of the night for that.
"You do that. And when you do, tell Ted that Carter says he is a lightweight, and that he still cannot believe he wore that cat costume out in public." He smiled as thought back over the years. "The stories could tell you about that..."
But that was another topic entirely, and clearly her focus was on him. At least, on uncovering who he was and if he was truly legitimate. It was a shame that they would not return to the dance floor but that had been expected. For him it was enough that they would continue their conversation, even if it proved to be a more mild form of interrogation.
Carter stopped along the way to procure them a couple drinks, before proceeding toward an unoccupied table in the corner about as far away from the dance floor as they could get. She was not thrilled with him, he knew, but he pulled her chair out all the same and at least made the attempt to drape his jacket over her shoulders before finding his own seat.
"March fifth, nineteen ten. Saint Roch, Louisiana. When you look me up later, start there."
He realized that in sitting across from her he missed her against his chest, but that was not to be helped.