There were no stifled giggles from Svetlana in the course of the massage; mask or no, such unconscious affectations were too far removed from who she was, and the need to wear them consciously simply didn't exist.  She, as well, strayed from anything more than the barest of idle small talk for the rest of the time, though that was due mainly to a genuine appreciation for the blonde masseuse's skilled hands and knowing that there was more than enough time for conversation over dinner.<br/><br/>Once the session was over, once they'd dressed and cleaned up as need be - with Svetlana being certain to spend enough time before a mirror as necessary to ensure that not a hair was out of place - the Russian sought her would-be American dining companion out.<br/><br/>"The Restaurant Baltschug awaits, Ms. Hill," she crisply said once the two were together again, further taking the initiative of leading the way towards it in leisurely fashion.  "Caviar, wine, the finest selections of meat and fish... luxury atop luxury," she mused idly.