There was a joke to be made somewhere about him going Patrick Bateman in the moments he lead her back into the house, but somehow they didn't seem quite right anymore. The tone and demeanor of the night had subtly shifted to something else, something that wasn't so easy to pinpoint. When invited to take a seat, she chose the obvious position and took a seat next to him at a comfortable distance that left just enough space between them to keep things slow without making it awkward.<br/><br/>"I like slow. Slow works for me." It wasn't quite the affair she'd imagined in the past. Most people got gently inebriated and wound up making out on their IKEA furniture until one thing led to another, but this, like everything else, bucked convention entirely. It left a sense of vulnerability in its wake; she was treading out of common territory and into a place of his making. Only he knew what he had in mind, and the seed of doubt that had been planted was threatening to sprout; was this really such a good idea on a first date? The intrigue inevitably outweighed it.