The girl's expression definitely showed a reaction to whatever happened upstairs. Erin did not like it one bit that Taiga's face showed less confusion, and more... of a grim understanding of whatever was said. Well, it then seemed like this girl called Taiga, with a strong Japanese accent, knew more about what was said than her. The sole consolation rested in a potential half-truth; if Erin didn't understand what was being said upstairs, she could say, "I did not understand what they were saying. I don't speak whatever language they were saying."

Small comfort, but small comforts were all that mattered when the dragon language was uttered out loud in front of strangers.

Her lecture about the details of dating felt a little patronising, but Erin held her smile. Taiga did not seem that enchanted by her looks. Which meant escalation.

Erin's hands reached for Taiga's, and she grabbed the short girl's hand.

"Dear, dear Fräulein. I'm sorry for being so forward with you," cooed Erin, looking straight into Taiga's eyes. Eyes were the windows of the soul, and staring into them would make the girl forget, even for just a moment, whatever happened upstairs.

Erin's gaze faltered, but that was on purpose. A calculated look of tenderness. She glanced away, and the saddest images from films in her mind surfaced, bringing a few tears to her eyes. Crocodile tears looked a bit more real if there was emotion behind them. 

"How can I make things right, dear lady?" whispered Erin.