Half stepping close as the elevator's sudden and fast movement nearly sent Kat sprawling, Diego was glad when she caught herself.  He could definitely tell she was more than a little drunk, not that he minded, but he didn’t really want to have to carry her if he didn’t have to.  Help her, sure, but tossing her over his shoulder or even into his arms was probably not a good look, even though at the moment they were completely alone.<br/><br/>As the elevator doors dinged open on their floor, Diego wisely moved beside Kat as they meandered down the hallway, ready to quickly wrap his arm around her again to keep her upright if there were any more stumbles, especially as they reached their room and she had to fish around for the key.  “Home, I guess?” He replied to her question of where else he could have gone.  “But then I would have had to stop drinking a while ago, and where would be the fun in that?” He asked in return.  “Plus it would hardly seem like we were really dating if we weren’t sleeping together.”  He added, meaning if they didn’t SEEM to sleep together.<br/><br/>As Kat got the door open, Diego followed her in, marvelling at the room, and in his gaping at the decor, almost missing the fact that Kat was slipping out of her tiny dress right in front of him.  Closing the door behind him, Diego’s hand went immediately to his tie, undoing it and tossing it over a chair and working his top shirt button free.  All this time though, his eyes never left Kat and her rapidly dropping dress.  With his glaze glued to her revealed bra, and she was a very gifted girl in that department, it took nearly two swallows before Diego spoke.  “Tired? Uh...no. Not now I am not.” He replied, taking a step forward in her direction without even thinking about it.