"I don't know," Kitty admitted. "You always had girls watching you. Maybe it was the wings." She looked at them now, tucked against his back. They were beautiful and she had the urge to reach over and touch them. She always did. That was part of the reason women were attracted to Warren, besides his confidence and power. "As far as Logan goes..." She shook her head and chuckled. "I think it's the whole bad boy thing. Logan's this guy who just doesn't care what others think. He likes to go against the grain and women, I don't care who they are or where they come from, are attracted to that in some part."
Her glance at him was calculating. "I'll take that as a compliment? And I'm not going to hook up with Hank, thank you very much. That week I was in the infirmary after the attack was enough stimulating conversation to last me awhile. His jokes are worse than Bobby's." As they pulled into the parking lot, Kitty went silent to take a look at the building. It seemed classy from the outside, as if their doors being opened for them and the valet parking wasn't sign enough of class. She smiled as she slid her hand into the crook of Warren's arm. Yes, this type of life could be intoxicating. She almost felt like a starlet as they entered and she handed her coat over. Blue eyes went wide upon seeing the dining area, and she was rendered speechless even as Warren pushed her seat in for her.
"Warren, this place is beautiful." Old Hollywood indeed. She looked to the old piano and the woman singing, her rich alto voice filling the air with an old song she didn't recognize. "I can't believe I didn't even know this place was here. It's absolutely amazing." Finally returning her attention to her friend, she giggled and a blush stained her cheeks. "Really? We can dance here?" There was a good amount of space between the tables and the piano platform. Maybe that was where couples went to dance?
Once the waiter took their drink order and left, Kitty had regained her thoughts and went back easily into the conversation they'd been having in the car. "Rogue is on your list? So she could get money? I'm sure she'd love to hear more about that." She took a sip of the water that had been poured for them. "I feel weird calling him Magneto. Like I'm still a teenager or something. Like I'm too afraid of him to call him by his real name. But make no mistake, we are not buddies." She laced her fingers together around the stem of her glass, smiling across the table at Warren. "Thank you. You always know the right things to say. How is it you are still single?"
The menu before her listed so many yummy sounding things, she just didn't know how to choose. So she closed it and set it down as well. "I don't know what to get. Will you order for me?" The music slowed and the woman began a new song, something only slightly more modern. Kitty smiled in her direction and swayed slightly in her seat. It was absolutely enchanting. "As long as Ororo has people who support her and will be there when things get hairy, I think it'll be fine."
Reaching down for her purse, she gave a little, "Oh!" From inside, she pulled out a small thumb drive and slid it across the table. "I decided to bring this instead of a briefcase of files and papers. Then you can look at it when you have time and we can just relax tonight. Hope that's all right with you." Kitty nodded, obviously in favor of Warren coming back to the mansion. "I think it's a fabulous idea."