[She keeps her mouth shut when he looks at her with that questioning face, not wanting him to think she's not taking things seriously. The alcohol and the flush of anticipation aside, she's trying to be polite. It doesn't stop her from absently rubbing her thumb against the top of his hand while he speaks, though.]

If we're going to be seeing each other, I think it'd be more weird if we didn't get to know each other. Like some sort of archaic arranged marriage or something.

[She places a hand on his hip with a grin.]

But I guess I should ask if you mind me doing the same, showing up at your place.