whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

She rolls her eyes.

"Really depends on how good the cake is." And all the rest of the food had been incredible, so he's likely to have stiff competition.

That just brings a chuckle from him, and a squeeze of her hand where he still held it. Before removing the hold as the waitstaff was back with their dessert. "Simply let us know when you're ready, sir." Implying about the check, and Loki was certain to meet the waiter's eye.

Reaching out to touch their arm lightly. "That's alright. It's taken care of." The waiter paused, before nodding and smiling. "Of course sir. Please enjoy."

Christine doesn't mind the free food, the place is absolutely booked anyway, but she's going to make sure the waitstaff are taken care of. It's part of her kind nature.

Now to try this cheesecake. A little bite and she makes a quiet but decidedly erotic little moan.

That had his interest. Watching her, studying again. Before Loki took a bite himself. Oh my...

It's clear he is surprised, before his eyes close in pleasure and he savors the bite.

His little noise is just as sensual and it does flood her mind with dirty thoughts that she's quick to push away.

They're both getting a taste of sounds they may expect later.

"This may have to be a regular experience from now on." Loki commented with a lazy smile of pleasure. It was just the right amount of sweet--truly sweet, but not cloying or artificial. Not overpowering, but complimentary.

"Told you it's good." A good cheesecake has such a satisfying richness to it.

The portions are small, just enough to savor without being over full.

She opens her bag to pull out some bills to leave as a tip.

Truly a worthy experience.

He's raising an eyebrow as she does so, curious. "It is being taken care of..." He's not sure if he feels insulted or not, honestly--or why he might be feeling any affront at all.

"The waiters make most of their money in tips, I used to wait tables when I was in school."

She's not meaning to be insulting, she just knows how rough being a server can be.

"They don't treat their servants properly?" That brings a soft noise of disdain from him. They may be beneath him, but if you wanted a loyal and capable staff you ensured that at minimum their basic needs were handled.

"It's an America thing. They don't. But also, maybe don't call them servants."

She does remind herself that he quite literally grew up in a palace.

"Staff then." Loki would concede that point. He also generally had a sense of superiority to most everyone else. With exceptions, such as her.

Christine sometimes had the dark, but realistic thought that she was smarter than most of the population; and she hated herself for it.

"Shall we go?"

"If you're ready." But he's getting to his feet and moving to help her from her own. Again using his best manners. Although before offering his arm, he brings her hand up. Just the lightest little bow and kiss against the back of her palm, before tucking her hand against his arm.

"You know the city better than I do. Is it to be straight back, or are we continuing this adventure elsewhere?" Loki had no plans, except spending more time with her. She was exceedingly good company, and he wanted to savor it.

"Be careful or I might be inclined to think you want to woo me."

And that it is sort of working. The little kiss, the way he takes her arm, it's practically out of a romance novel. But with a man who doesn't do sentiment.

"Do you want to walk a while?

"I'd be fine with walking back entirely, but I worry about you in those shoes." Moving towards the door as they discuss it. "Kanskje jeg gjør det." With a hint of smirk. "You are the best company I've had in some time."

"I can walk a while in these." Not the whole way, but at least some.

"I will assume you're just complimenting me futher in a language I don't understand."

"I could also be telling you all the secrets you want to know about me." Mischief in his eyes, but entirely straight-faced otherwise. "Besides, this is your chance to play tour guide."

"That would be so not fair."

She's close to him, walking in stride with him.

"I was thinking you were looking for a tour of my bedroom."

"Who's to say I didn't already snoop in there? Or that I ever play fairly?" He does not mind the closeness at all. Modulating his stride as needed so that she could walk with him.

"What sort of unfairness are you doing this time?"

The closeness is nice, it's a sweet, affectionate way to move through the city.

"Playing the perfect role." Loki replied smoothly, but did reach his hand to hers where it was tucked against his arm. "It's not one I find unenjoyable however." He was well aware of what he was doing.

"I don't want perfect." She weaves her fingers between his.

She wants the authetic Loki, the moody, often dark reality of him.

His head tilted to regard her curiously. But he said nothing, just let his thumb brush her skin softly. Content to simply walk with her, and he had no fear of the night. Or the city at night.

She finds she's especially calm about walking at night. She would almost dare someone to try to mug them when she's with Loki. She's seen how he can fight.

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ngl, I feel bad b/c I've BEEN in food service...otoh this is uber-fancy place...

she's totally going to leave a tip.

I have to remember I'm playing a narcissist ^^;;

lol

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