[ In a true, theatrically-proper manner, Sylvain takes Dimitri's hand and kisses the back of it. But then he laughs and, as promised, promptly steals him away.
The restaurant they end up at is hardly glamorous - Sylvain's only been here a handful of times, and never on purpose - but the food's tasty (they've got a cheesy stew that's to die for), and he's sure Dimitri will appreciate going somewhere that doesn't scream Hi I'm Wealthy at the top of its lungs. And it's busy enough that they, the literal King of Faerghus and Margrave Gautier, don't draw too much attention as they're brought to one of the few remaining open tables.
Over the slow, dinnertime music played by a troupe of performers, Sylvain asks, loud enough for Dimitri to hear him across the table. ] So? Pretty good choice, am I right?
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But something about being "stolen away" sells him further.] Steal me away then. I'll allow it.
[He offers Sylvain a smile in contrast to his very princely agreement.]
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The restaurant they end up at is hardly glamorous - Sylvain's only been here a handful of times, and never on purpose - but the food's tasty (they've got a cheesy stew that's to die for), and he's sure Dimitri will appreciate going somewhere that doesn't scream Hi I'm Wealthy at the top of its lungs. And it's busy enough that they, the literal King of Faerghus and Margrave Gautier, don't draw too much attention as they're brought to one of the few remaining open tables.
Over the slow, dinnertime music played by a troupe of performers, Sylvain asks, loud enough for Dimitri to hear him across the table. ] So? Pretty good choice, am I right?