Ainsley should take the gesture and run with it. Dinner, with the possibility of becoming more. She thinks she can handle that, even if she eyes Sam with a bit of trepidation because she thinks it's a lot of what she wants presented to her on a silver platter. "You know I like dinner a lot," she says, which she knows he knows. "Who's to say I won't want to have multiple dinners, if you don't flub it?"