All really hitting on her this time aside, he's pretty pleased with the agreement too. There's something so sexy about sharing food and drink with someone, whether or not it evolves into sharing bodies later on. It's the tastes and textures, the act of inviting something in, the pleasure taken in it. It's sensual in its classic definition: expressing or suggesting physical, especially sexual, pleasure or satisfaction. And out of everyone he knows, Faye has the unending capacity to delight him with her expressions, suggestions, touch, tone of voice, subtle and not-so-subtle demands. After years away from intimacy he was wondering at first if he'd need a refresher course, but she made everything so easy. Her touch me here was in her eyes, her hands... and that's a good thing because as far as he recalls, he was keeping her mouth and lips pretty busy.

Just like the food will be when they get it, and he's looking forward to it. He even likes her impatience in calling over a rat so she can order her beef tenderloin medallions with Béarnaise sauce and an appetizer of assorted patés. It seems like the evening's theme is French; he follows suit and can't think of anything he'd like more than this. The words I'll have what she's having for an entree fall lightly from his tongue, making their way over to the rat for his or her understanding and acknowledgment. And as the rat's about to move away, he asks for one more thing.

"And another bottle of champagne."

Why not? He's going to make sure this evening is as close to perfect as he can. If there's anyone at this place who both demands and deserves perfection, it's Faye, and he's honored to provide it for her.