"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to." Warren gently took her coat from her and held it up so she could slip her arms in. "It's gotten a lot colder out there than it was this morning. You're going to want to wear this." When she was ready to go he then opened the front door for her and waited for her to pass before going out himself. The sky was clear which was part of the reason the temperature had dropped so significantly. But the cold stars burned brighter and Warren looked up at them. "These are my favorite nights to fly, when the sky is deceptively calm. It's always good for clearing my head."
His smile to Kitty was quick and reassuring. "Not that I need to clear my head right now. Just sharing." He led her to his car then, opening her door for her. It was second nature, opening doors and bringing flowers. Warren wasn't going for points or anything. This was just the way he'd been raised. He walked around the car and slid behind the wheel. "Oh, so you're going to try and schmooze me? Thanks for the warning." He turned the car around and drove down the long driveway. Once they were past the gates, he glanced at Kitty. "I am taking you to a place called John-Michael's. The chef there is world class, trained in Europe somewhere. It's a nice, almost casual setting in a formal environment. It's hard to explain. You'll understand better when we get there." He shrugged. "So, Katherine Pryde. What have you been up to? I haven't seen or heard from you since, what, December? January? And now you're calling me up to get together. What's new? Fill me in."