Re: Dinah and Open
Dinah didn't look up from her conversation when Bruce sidled up to lay his hand one her back. If he thought she hadn't seen him watching her practically all night, then he was far too out of practice to do anyone any good-- though she doubted he actually believed that for a second. She chuckled when, cat-like, he curled around her to kiss her ear, demanding her attention. "You're in an awfully good mood." She said as her previous companions excused themselves and departed to lick their proverbial wound; and Dinah didn't bother to try to hide her amusement. At her age, she didn't see the point.
"Oh yes, of course." She added with faux seriousness, turning in his arms to affectionately straighten his tie. "I'm sure she will be very happy there with all the other war-born antiques. We'll ask Alfred to dust her every week or so; maybe bring her out when we show the house, it'll be a perfect arrangement, I can't imagine why we didn't think of this sooner."
Dinah chuckled at the offer but didn't even bother looking toward the stage, shaking her head, "Last time you bought me a reporter, if you remember. He cooked me dinner. It was very romantic. And I may have stumbled on a secret that he didn't want me to know." She smirked, smoothing his jacket against his shoulder. "So unless there's someone you want me to dig up some dirt on; maybe you should just stick to Maria." Dinah teased, casting him a conspiratorial wink.