Eva couldn't help but contemplate Max's words as she got dressed. On one hand, just the thought of what her girlfriend wanted to do to her was enough to make Eva wet, but on the other she didn't see how it would be possible with her brother living in their apartment. It wasn't tiny by any means, but it wasn't like there would be any way for them to have wild sex like they usually did without Andrew hearing<em>everything</em>, even with the door closed.<br/><br/>Sure, they'd joked about that exact situation before, but that's all that Eva had assumed they were - jokes. However, it seemed more and more apparent that Max had actually been quite serious about making her scream with her brother sleeping just a few steps away in the living room. What would he think of her if he heard that? How would she be able to look him in the eyes as the table when they had breakfast the next morning? Eva had no idea, and she didn't know what to tell Max either. The last thing that she wanted to do was disappoint her girlfriend or deprive her of a night of well deserved sex after she'd been working so hard at the meat packing plant, so she was completely torn. Perhaps Max would agree to go a bit - or a lot - easier on her than usual so that they could keep the noise to a minimum...but Eva would wait until they were in bed to bring that possibility up.<br/><br/>For the moment, she simply smirked slightly and rolled her eyes at Max's question about the restaurant, seemingly a little bit amused by it. "Oh hush, you know that Italian is like my favorite! Do you even need to ask? So...whaddya think?" Eva asked as she motioned towards the bathroom with her head. "Isn't he such a sweetheart?" She sounded almost exactly like a proud mother.