[She stares at him for a moment, studying his face. Indeed, dinner seems to be just an afterthought for him... though truthfully, she did want to do something nice for him, too. She hadn't expected the sight of the theater ceiling to kill his mood so deeply...

It just seems so unfair, mostly to him. Perhaps she needs to try a little harder to keep that door from closing completely again.]

Well... all right. We can go up to your room if you're sure.

[Maybe the brief hormone rush from the bite will even help him forget about it for a while. Hell, if he's receptive, she can even try focusing on him for a bit and see where that takes him.

She marches up the stairs and allows him to be the one to open his own door, eyes following him into the room.]

Go ahead and lie down. I'll just... do the usual... if that's all right.