"I, uh--I did." he replied, distracted again by her hand on his wrist, fingers going boneless just as she took the glass from him. He caught, for a second, that she'd been prodding him to get the food--but he was severely distracted by the fact that one tiny touch from her was doing nearly as much for him as taking her to bed. And he'd been flirting, mostly, letting her order him around, but...part of it felt kind of good, at least in the moment.
It probably meant something, but she was still stroking his wrist, and he couldn't put a name to the little twist of longing that came with the touch.
Taking a deep breath, he blinked hard to try and clear the haze of lust clouding his head--with just enough success to nod towards the cart.
"Something from the world I was born in--it's called a reuben. Type of sandwich." he added as he licked lips gone suddenly dry, fully prepared to turn and grab the plates he'd been loading up...except that would mean pulling his wrist out of her grip, and he...really didn't want to.
Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
It probably meant something, but she was still stroking his wrist, and he couldn't put a name to the little twist of longing that came with the touch.
Taking a deep breath, he blinked hard to try and clear the haze of lust clouding his head--with just enough success to nod towards the cart.
"Something from the world I was born in--it's called a reuben. Type of sandwich." he added as he licked lips gone suddenly dry, fully prepared to turn and grab the plates he'd been loading up...except that would mean pulling his wrist out of her grip, and he...really didn't want to.