Her eyebrow darts up, as though he has all but said that he considers her the sort to date with abandon, unable to keep track of the numbers she receives or the names she hears. It does confirm also that his name is no coincidence, that she is speaking to one of the the Stewarts, and there is something almost amusing about the fact that the man she has felt some sort of draw toward would be a lovely match indeed, by her father's standards, if there were not plans with the Baratheons in place.

"I'll look forward to our dinner. It has been a string of business obligations and classwork for me lately, it will be nice to go out and do something just for the pleasure of it." And that she uses the word pleasure is no coincidence. She brings her own cup to her mouth, and takes a warming sip of her coffee – 

And if the way she licks that touch of cream from her lips may be a tad suggestive, she is ready to blame his imagination there. "Do you make the time often?"