[ An inconvenience and one he might fix with a gratuitous use of butterflies if it came down to it, because he's all but forgotten that this isn't a proper closed space. The mood is entirely different from then, and the light outshines the darkness, though that level of mischief is the same. And the goal is...well he still wants and that's what matters.

It's getting harder and harder to differentiate between his thoughts and impulses, but he can control his smile by folding it into his hand as he soaks in all the still visible colors. If only his eyes and tone didn't say enough already. A quirk of his head at the waitress and the new order, followed by a huff. Well then.

He'll wait to comment until the appetizers have been cleared away (hm there's more free space on the table now), straightening up and sipping at his sake until the waitress is out of earshot.]

The last time we drank like this, a roomba wound up involved... [ He runs a finger over the rim of the sake cup. ] I'd pass on that repeat, but I wouldn't mind dragging you to bed instead of Date.

[ A slight pause as the waitress returns with menus and a new bottle. ]

Ah and that just means I need to show you what I really can do. It's a date, then—not tonight of course, but I'll keep going with that "improvisation" tonight too.