Hey, I managed not to run into you. [He can't contain his smile or his rumbling laughter.] And Mr. Amicitia is my father. Can't you accept that Gladio is both your escort to this fine establishment and also the guy that wooed you with his renegade-frisbee catching skills?

[Gladio's eyes remain warm, igniting to a more heated stare when Ravus' foot presses harder against him.

His eyes narrow when Ravus mentions staying longer, his control snapping for a moment, and in the blink of an eye Gladio stands and moves around the table. Standing behind Ravus' chair, he wraps one arm around Ravus' chest and leans so that his other hand can palm his date's cock through his perfectly tailored trousers.

Lips grazing Ravus' ear as he speaks, Gladio lets his voice dip lower to a gravely rasp.]

If we stay one second longer I will bend you over this table and fuck you hoarse.

[He gives the ear a teasing nip before going back to his seat, smirking but otherwise acting as though nothing had happened.

Mercifully the check comes after the Amicitia heir returned to his chair and is paid immediately, with two bottles of the wine ordered and waiting for them at the front door. Gladio rises and once again moves to Ravus' side, offering his arm and keeping both of their jackets draped over his other arm, keeping the boutonniere on display despite the folds.]

Would you care for a nightcap at my apartment, Ravus?

[Gladio's eyes glitter with promise as he continues to act like a perfect gentleman, making a formal offer of continuing their evening together in the complete privacy of his home.

He will break every speed limit to get back to his apartment if when Ravus accepts the request.]