"Yes, please," Mina nods. "Order for me: whatever your favourite is. I've yet to meet an Italian dish that I didn't enjoy."

She's tempted -- she's so tempted to yield to his wishes, to allow herself to stop fighting for just a little while. But she's not sure she'll manage to crawl back onto the wagon if she does. She's not sure she wouldn't do something terrible. (The fact that she managed for so long to contain herself with willpower alone doesn't ever seem argument enough to let down her guard.)