It sounded like Owen was preparing to go back out and be a responsible adult, which was all good and correct and yet still made Cecilia want to lean back against the door and put at him. She supposed there was something to be said about waiting. Didn't good things come to those who waited? Maybe if the world around her got too annoying she could think of the evening. It'd probably help to have something to look forward to. So, do very forward to.
"If you're late," she began, eyebrow raised, tone warning. "I'm taking this stupid uniform off." And if he wasn't? Well. She was thinking very strongly about letting him do it for her. Somehow that idea was giving her absolutely no anxiety at present.