He can see through her fib, but that's not a bad thing. She just has to convince herself a bit more to be able to actually accept that more. The hands supporting César under the legs slide up to just shy of outright groping.

"Dinner, the tour, and then a talk, if you feel like it." Because he deserves to hear what was happening in her mind when he was so close to it. She doesn't necessarily want to put it off for too long, but this isn't quite the time. Later, when they're not literally on a date.

Reluctantly, she does let him down, though she keeps him caged against the wall, one hand running up his side while the other curls under his chin. "Ready to show me a good time?"