Cait's upright on the ground before she knows it, and for all her poise and elegance, her face says exactly what she's thinking: Seriously? You're just going to... seriously?

But-- well, maybe she did come off a bit strong. Maybe Vi's just not feeling it at the moment. That's all right. They have all weekend.

She clears her throat, cheeks dusted pink with self-consciousness. (And with the images, so close to materializing, of her tongue sweeping up the side of Vi's neck, her teeth catching on her ear. God-- get a grip.)

"Yes, well, there's our plans for the evening. Very good." Cait pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and her gaze briefly dips to Vi's hand, before deciding against taking it again. She makes her way towards the door, trusting her to follow. "Let's go upstairs. I'll show you to our bedroom."