[ The 'maybe' comes through clear as day and she grins. She'll take what she can get with him - and she knows that he's already given her so much, today's dinner aside. ]

You're right I don't do well in the heat. I just wilt like a flower.

[ As she returns to her dessert she lapses into a silence. For some reason their conversation about sparring comes to mind. It's not like she wants to become voluntarily sweaty, but after everything they had gone through there's a part of her that can't help but acknowledge that it might serve her well to brush up on her skills. ]

You know when we spoke about sparring a couple of months ago? [ Her eyes flit from her bowl to Alucard and then back down again. ] Do you happen to have any time to practice with me?