The first few sips had made her feel like the layers she wore were too much. Shrugging off her jacket and undoing her sweater had helped, the tank top worn under the zip up hoodie thin. She then pulled her legs up to curl them, shifting on the sofa to face him, leaning sideways into the back cushions. It showed that she was relaxing, slowly anyway, but she was expressing that she wasn't as on edge around him now, which was a step. A good step in the right direction. "And when... did you decide that you loved me?"

If they'd had this discussion on the mountain (WELP) then it hadn't been the more important thing running through her mind, at that time.

Lucy took another sip, longer, at the teasing. Flirting was safe, very safe. It was what they did, even back home. Funny to say that even in spite of the circumstances, it helped ease things for her. Maybe he knew that; he certainly knew her. "I think Bull is a good option." Then quickly adding, "Not that you need my permission. You have decent judgment, last I checked, when you weren't falling in love with the enemy." Yes, yes she'd just had to throw that little jab in. But she was smiling at the rim of her glass as she said it.

A brow raised. "Do you even know how to do romance, Desmond? And I'm not talking about having Ezio's memories and experience embedded in your genes to help you. Do you know what exactly a girl wants?" Her chin tilted up. "If I don't even know what I want then how do you suppose you know what I want?"