Aleksandr stared at Sylvia in a confused manner, "Know what?"  He took a step away from her, cautiously, watching her intently, back tracking what he had done...  A smile appeared on her face.  Aleksandr smiled back; he knew that feeling--better than he should.  Remembering that his father was watching, he quickly wiped the grin from his face.

Father Seraphim finished his soup and picked up his dishes and brought them to the sink where he began washing them.  His eyes looked up at the two as the sink water ran, he cleared his throat--noticing the silence between the two young adults. Aleksandr wipped his head around to see his father staring directly at him from the sink. Their eyes locked and some nonverbal conversation was sent through the air.

"Sylv looks tired, Aleksy.  Maybe you should let her be," Aleksandr turned back around to look at Sylvia, he took another step back from her, "Come help me in the kitchen," Father Seraphim's voice was a bit stern, tugging on Aleksandr to come to the kitchen. Aleksandr let his question drop and begrudgingly walked to the kitchen to help his father with the dishes. [@Arista]