Lily nodded, then paused and then set her spoon down. No matter what they called it. "Oh for the love of..." Fixing her emerald gaze on him, she lifted her brows. "Love, honestly. Is that what this is about? Semantics?"
She was as amused as she was annoyed, and she could sort of see his side of things, she supposed, but she wondered if he saw hers at all.
"It ... does it matter? What we label it? It's us, together, having a fun time. If we called everything we did a date then ... where do you draw the line? What are the special dates? I mean, if we do something every day, does it have to be termed a date?" She paused, realizing she'd feel remarkably foolish if she'd simply assumed the wrong thing and ran with it, but ... no, she was fairly certain she'd nailed this one.
"I ... didn't go on a lot of dates. But I did things with my friends. Dates were ... occasional things. Fancy dinners, or nights at the theater. They weren't ... hiking in the woods. I ..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing slightly before she sighed.
This was just ... complicated. She couldn't well be dating him and engaged to James at the same time, could she? And she couldn't well become not-engaged without informing James, and James wasn't here to inform, but didn't that make her not-engaged by default? But if no one else knew she was engaged to James, did it matter if she was dating Sev here? Clearly (she assumed, at any rate) he wanted to be dating her, and she did like him. Could love him. But there was that little moral issue of her technically current relationship with James. Who wasn't here to have a relationship with.
"This is just ... complicated," she muttered as a follow-up to her silence while the thoughts has chased themselves in circles in her mind.