[For some reason, her words bring him some relief, as if helped soothe some unknown tension be had been harboring. Perhaps... Perhaps he had been worried about how she felt being with him he certainly had worried over how things would change between them.

So perhaps because of that, he was going to be honest, too.]

...It's the same.

[His voice is quiet, but firm as it also reflects the seriousness of it. The same seriousness that is reflected in his eyes as he looks at her directly.]

Anyone else, I would have left without looking back, and I almost did before I realized everything.

[And now... A heavier pause before he continues.]

I only allowed it...because it was you.

[Not just the dance. Not just the drinking. But what happened as well.

It took him quite a long time for him to really come to terms with it, but no matter how he looked at it, Ilsa was the main constant and that he would feel much differently if this happened with someone else. Now, what that means towards any deeper meaning, he doesn't know yet still.

It could just be the familiarity and trust he has with her. Friendly hookups are a thing and this could very well be just that.

The problem is, neither of them are that shallow. At least he certainly isn't.]