[He's quite glad he's not looking directly as she says that; he can feel heat flooding into his face and down his neck, and he's certain he must be as red as she is.]

It was late, I'll remind you; it would have been terrible manners to let you go off into the night—

[Not to mention he'd been very keen on ensuring the night was a memorable one. He'd certainly succeeded there, perhaps to his detriment— though now, months later, he can't say he's sorry.

He clears his throat as he collects himself, stealing a glance in her direction to find that she's still staring at her toes.]

As for that text, ah— I knew it hadn't been what we'd agreed on, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. You left quite an impression.

[She has to have thought about the details of that night since then at least a few times. He certainly has.]