She hums softly, takes a scoop of ice cream to chase the spice. All in all, a lovely sort of dinner. Or, at least, a lovely way to be ending the day with him.

The question, however, has her properly sighing, blowing cool air through her lips and slumping very slightly. "Maybe that should wait. It might not be so bad when I'm Ace again, right?"

That might cancel out the not being Spanish or Catholic or without blood on her hands.