His response, in spite of the fact that he sounds and appears closer to neutral than negative, is perceived by Lydia as a soft no. She won't push, in that case. For whatever reason, right now, he's not sure he's interested, is how she takes that and while she's not exactly used to rejection, she figures that's fair. The whole point of this match making thing was to give people a chance to get to know one another and see if anything sticks, right? So she's willing to let things play out however they will.

Besides, if he rejects her in the end, nobody has to know it but the two of them and she tells herself no one will believe him if he blabs, anyway. It's a small consolation, just in case she needs it.

"That works for me," she agrees, wetting her lips and looking over at him while she waits for him to park the car. Admittedly? She'll be a little disappointed if she doesn't manage to get him into her bed by the end of the night. Neither here nor there, until after pizza, though. Doesn't matter right now, Lydia, let it go, she tells herself.

When the car stops, Lydia unbuckles her seat belt and offers him a small smile. "Shall we?"