[Of course she knows what he meant. Of course Lup is all too aware of the differences between them, both physical and otherwise, the differences in culture and social status and just about everything else that continues to separate Others from humans. But hopefully her casual answer conveys just how Lup feels about it.

She doesn't care in the slightest.

Barry chuckles, the sound a deep rumble through his chest, shaking through him just enough that she can feel the vibrations coming right off of him, and Lup grins, toothy and wide and so very predatory, even if her teeth aren't anything like his.]

Sounds like a date to me. Nothing turns me on like hypothetical particles.

[She takes another drink, watching him over the rim of her glass, before Lup's fingers tap idly against Barry's wrist. When she drops her glass back to the table top, it's empty.] Soooo, we cuttin' out of here or do you really wanna school me on physics all night?