Regulus' lowered voice drew Kastra's attention away from her menu. She raised her eyes, taking a moment to look at Regulus, considering. A very logical part of Kastra's brain warned her against taking Regulus up on his suggestion. It was risky. Kastra knew the importance of maintaining boundaries; boundaries not only served to keep one in line, but they also prevented distractions. The more time she spent with Regulus - whether in person or through written word - the less clear those boundaries seemed. It was dangerous. And besides, Kastra reminded herself, she wasn't fond of flying.
But flying with Regulus had been liberating. Kastra's life had been so scripted of late, that to do something out of character - even a bit dangerous - was strangely appealing. Perhaps she was spending too much time playing the part of a resistor. Regardless, Kastra did not want to end the evening at dinner and flying was an excuse to prolong the time before she returned home.
"Okay," she finally said, nodding briefly. "We'll go tonight."
She looked back down at her menu. "I have, once before. It was quite good. In fact, that's what I will have this evening."