[He supposes it's really his fault for making her curious. But the last thing he ever wants to do to her, or anyone he cares about, it worry unduly about something. Especially something you can't control, like a dream.

He finishes off his last blini before grabbing his car keys, ready to take her home so she can get to her business. He's already waiting for her after she grabs her bikini, and follows along with her to the door.]

I'm not opposed to keeping you up all night.

[He says with a wink, opening the door so they can leave.]

But, I'll let you make that call. Let's go, before a line congregates at your shop's door, demanding for it to open, haha.