Lane ignored the question about Steve, mostly because she knew he likely already knew the answer. It was confirmed when he mentioned his last suspicion about her brother, so there was no need for tread that ground again. He wanted a reaction, not an answer. The bit about Adella puzzled her and she bit back quickly at his comment.<br/><br/>"It's one thing if you kissed her, it's an entirely different thing if you slept with her, had a relationship with her, and now you see me and think of her. That, is not really my kind of romance." She said, but then immediately wanted to take it back. He hadn't mentioned anything about romance, he had simply offered to buy her dinner and that could just as easily mean he intended to hook up and then get access to her secret family grimoire. She opened her mouth to comment again, but he swung her about and pinned her between him and something behind her once again.<br/><br/>This time, Lane reflexively brought up a hand, which pressed against his torso with mild pressure. It was not to stop his advances, but to prepare just in case he was actually a vampire. She tapped into a defensive spell she knew by heart, ready to expel energy from her palm the moment she saw bared fangs or eyes that meant to glamour her into compliance.<br/><br/>Most people saw shows like Charmed and assumed witches all had some innate power. In truth, there were different sorts of witches, priestesses and other magical practitioners and they all called on different sources for their magic. Adella and Lane's lines came from old Norse traditions of magics, they could call upon their ancestors, the gods, or the world itself for the energy they needed for a spell. The issue of Lane's ancestors also posed a peculiar question in her mind, because the Norse afterlives were not like those of their Christian neighbors. Though Helheim and Hell shared a name, but were not both places of endless torture. Sure, Hel "with one L" had it's area for those that would forever lament the evil they had done, it served more as a way station for others that entered it. Souls could be reborn, reincarnated.<br/><br/>Lane couldn't help but wonder if she seemed strangely like her grandmother because of the familial bond they shared. Genetics passed down so that she still had the same eyes, nose and perhaps mouth as her distant grandmother, or was her soul scrubbed and sent back for another round? It was something she made a note to look through the grimoire about later. For now, the heat of Jame's breath against her throat had the entirely of her focus. Or at least, her brain had decided to operate according to her more base natures for now.<br/><br/>His touch felt seductive, but not invasive. Not as manipulative as she might have expected. His eyes had sparkled and she had felt the subtle change in his body heat before he tilted her chin upward and now seemed to be ready to press his lips to her throat. The spell she had conjured still lay dormant in her palm, ready to be discharged when she wanted. That was the problem, something about his words and his movements caused her eyes to flutter closed and she didn't actually want to use the defensive spell against him. Instead, she didn't want him to stop.<br/><br/>And just as abruptly as it had begun, it was over. Lane didn't even attempt to hide the scowl that replaced the slight look of bliss she had sported moments before. The magic she had conjured faded back into the source it had come from.<br/><br/>"Good to know. I'm sure Steve will be super pleased you don't plan to kill me." Lane said. "I'll leave Vivienne to make her own mind up about you, if she's in tonight."<br/><br/>She tried to hide her emotions and her reaction to what he had just done, but her cheeks likely flushed a soft shade of rosy pink that she couldn't exactly banish. 'C'mon, Lane. It hasn't been that long. Seriously. Cut the shit, get your act together. No blushing at the overly forceful...man?' Sure, he had said he was just a man, but all the fireworks, both literal and figurative that she had just seen called that statement into question. For now she continued to lead them toward the small restaurant and did her best not to look him in the eye as she did so.<br/><br/>They settled into the cafe after being seated by the new hostess. Lane didn't know the girl, but she caught a quick glimpse of Vivienne behind the counter and waved. Vivienne, in turn, arched a brow as her gaze shifted to Lane's companion. A quick thumbs up spoke volumes between the two friends, it meant that Vivienne thought James attractive and that she approved. Lane had to force herself not to roll her eyes, and instead just smiled back. As soon as Vivienne looked away, she turned her attention back to the man in front of her.<br/><br/>The booth the hostess had selected was cozy, perhaps a little more than was comfortable to Lane at the moment.<br/><br/>"So I seriously can't figure out if you're just trying to get into pants as a means of getting into my house and maybe getting a glimpse of the book, or if this I so just a bonus for you. I mean, hundreds of years must mean hundreds of conquests. Do you keep a list? No bedpost would survive that many notches..." She said, now intentionally provoking him. He'd done enough of the same, she figured he deserved it.<br/><br/>"I'll make you a deal, you elaborate on both why you need the book and the nature of your relationship with my distant grandmother and I'll consider both telling you why I don't intend to be ordinary and letting you look at the book with super vision." She had what he wanted and she needed more of the story before she would ever be willing to give it to him.