Carter knew when to take it easy. And he knew even better when to play it safe. From his initial conversation with Dinah, through the progression of their dancing, he had felt he had come a long way. There was a line she had not been ready to cross, but even then she had at least remained in his arms. Now, however, he was being put under the proverbial microscope. And while he did not blame her he wished things could have been different.
He nodded, as he recounted the lead that he had given her. While he had no idea what type of resources she had to draw upon, he figured even an amateur investigator would be able to come up with a birth record on him. From there it would not be all that difficult to track him through his schooling, his blossoming career as an archaeologist, and his eventual disappearance. The last part would require a lot more explanation on his part, as being torn from reality typically did.
When she spoke next, he broke into a wry grin. It was not the dance floor, but it was almost as if they conversation they had been having had not ended, and as if all the unpleasantness had been a mere intermission.
He leaned forward in his chair, propping his elbows on the table as he did. "You know, I cannot say that I have done that, but I have faced similar perils in my misadventures. Maybe even a booby trap or two that would have made Indy sweat."
Carter was not clear if she was comfortable enough with him to pose a question, but he did anyway. "So are you really interested in all this archeology talk, or are you just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before striking?" His tone was serious, but his eyes reflected mirth.