It takes a minute to get ahold of herself, but she does straighten up, wiping her fingers under her eye as the laughter tapers off. "I think I got it, I just, misheard," she chuckles, still coming out of the fit, not helped by César laughing along with her now that he understands what's happening.

She draws back again to finally pick up as she'd intended to in the first place, pausing with a hand on his shoulder and her hip just barely against his. An eyebrow arches up, and he has to deal with a little smirk pointed his way as she puts it together when that has to have become a distinct problem.

"Give it another date or two, Casanova."