"Okay." She started, clearly relieved, if a little embarrassed now that the whole thing was cleared up (mostly). "Sorry, I had to ask. A friend of mine is..." What was the best way to describe Hal Jordan? With no polite answer springing to mind, Dinah decided against describing him at all, "...asked. I didn't think so but... that's kind of something you have to be sure about." She continued and tried not to feel like a total ass. One day, she was going to punch Hal for making her look so bad within the first five minutes of a first date.
And of course he hadn't had a thing with her mother. They'd both been married. What a silly question. ...Dammit, Hal.
"You were married, right?" She asked out of curiosity. What she'd read up about him (and asked Ted) said so but information could be misleading, so these were things she needed to clear up and check on before...
It was at this exact moment when she realized just how rusty she was at this whole dating thing. Flirting, sure, she could do that-- kicking ass, any time. But actually sitting down and having an open, honest conversation with a nice man who wasn't a psycho killer and was actually interested in getting to know her was... well, it had been a while since she'd done it, to say the least.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that." This was a date after all, not an interrogation. She chuckled wryly and tried to look at least a little less embarrassed than she actually felt. "I'm used to having to kick people in the face to get answers."
Really, when she stopped and thought about it-- she'd been doing this since she met him; running background checks and asking around instead of actually going straight to the source and taking time to get to know him. She would have cringed at the realization if she hadn't already put her foot in her mouth more than once tonight. And while she'd been running a variety of checks and tests on him, he hadn't asked for anything other than her company. To be quite honest, she was pretty ashamed of her actions up until this point-- now that she actually stopped and thought about them.
It was high time she stopped being the detective and started to just be herself-- without overanalysing every detail.
And the best way she knew how to even the score was to tell him about herself. She bit of a wry smile, more at herself than at him, and reached for her wine to take a drink.
"I just realized I haven't been very open with you, despite you letting me poke around in your past and asking questions that are really none of my business. So let me just... settle the score a little." She opened, shooting him a somewhat shy smile which rarely crossed her face.
"Both of my parents were detectives- you knew Mom so you probably know that- my dad worked for GCPD. I grew up in Gotham, with Ted and the rest. Got married," She paused and made a bit of a face, shrugging one shoulder," got divorced, started doing the whole night job thing, had some adventures and long-term-type thing with someone who was a very good person but a very horrible boyfriend, fought the good fight, moved back to Gotham, and now I do my night job full time. I'm an Aries, my favorite colors are blue and yellow, I have a weakness for cupcakes and..." she paused again and this time her smile at him was genuine, "...I'm really grateful that you have the patience to listen to me ramble."