#devil with no intention of talking business: chinhands

[aamusedly]

@tempesttragedy​ continued from X. 

Devil’s grin didn’t hold anything abashed at his shameless drinking, though it was a little amused that she’d caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. The mercenary put a hand over his heart as the waiter that had taken his glass pulled a chair out for her. “Almost.”

“I ordered dinner for us, by the way. You’ll absolutely love the fish here. They serve it with this polenta that’ll knock that dress right off--”

“Gorgeous dress, by the way. I hope I can measure up.” He adjusted his tie-- thin and orange, standing in contrast to his dark blue suit. Odd, seeing his horns out on full display here in a largely public place, but that was what the back room was for.

Even he got sick of staring. He could instead focus on making eyes at her across the table. “Tell me about yourself. Do you like Italian food? Have any pets? Where are you from?”