When Lydia nods, Baby takes the hint. He's not entirely useless at human interaction, after all, and he's spent a long, long time observing people in his life. So he nods, and moves on from the harder parts of their conversation, not exactly disappointed to be talking about something else.

Not that he expected what she says next. While she was quite obvious on their drive to the restaurant, her mention of having so, so much sex still makes him choke on the mouthful of coke he just attempted to drink. He pounds on his chest a couple of times, knowing he must be bright red - he is just hardly used to such brazen, unashamed talk, even after months in Cadelle.

"Um," he says, intelligently, before gathering his thoughts. It's not that she's not gorgeous, or fascinating. But he's done the one-night stand thing, here, and he's done the fuck buddy thing, here, and they weren't as satisfying as Baby thought they would be. He thought this is what he wanted - no strings, a bunch of fleeting moments to make up for the heartbreak. Turns out, he isn't sure if what he needs isn't, simply, support and friendship. "Don't get me wrong, Lydia - you are absolutely beautiful, and the date wouldn't stop me, but. I'm still getting over... something. Someone. And I thought this was what I needed, but I'm realizing I was wrong."

Still, at her offer, he nods.

"Let me pay, and then we sure can."