Victor was not a cultured man, not by any means. This was severely apparent in the presence of this woman, this epitome of graceful youth and class. So the “woogoo” was completely lost on him. He understood the word “steak”, however, and that was all he needed to hear. Steak. Meat. Protein. Mmmmmm. He was salivating instantly. He took another drink of the ginger ale, this time remembering to use one of the provided glasses instead of drinking straight from the bottle.
“Sounds like you’re wanting to keep me nice, strong, and ready for my ‘test’. I like that, steak sounds great! Normally I’d happily treat you to a nice meal… but I think it’s pretty obvious why that’s out of the cards right now.”
He really did feel ashamed that he couldn’t even offer to cover a tip or something at this point, but he’d make it up to her with a job well done. Maybe she’d warm up to him more over a hot meal anyway. He flashed a devilish grin and looked up at her.
“Of course, after the meal I can think of some ways you could ‘test’ my stamina, if you wan-…” He stopped himself, suddenly feeling very childish. That was in poor taste. What the hell, man? What is this woman doing to me?! Shit, I think I’m getting… the yips. He looked down at his glass and swirled the contents around sheepishly, suddenly not wanting to make eye contact with Katherine. “Y-you know what? N-nevermind… Steak sounds great!”
When he used the glass this time for his ale, she smiled; he obviously made some effort when there was a member of the opposite sex in front of him… how typical of man. However, she was suprised when he cut his own sentence off himself.
Anyone with a brain could see what he was getting at as he began the suggestive conversation… but when he paused himself and changed the subject, even Marlowe was wary… though her facial expression barely changed…until he took his glass and avoided her eye contact, swirling the liquid around to keep his attention.
A small chuckle came to her and she sat back as the motion of the carriage finally came to a stop in front of a surprisingly not-so-lavish restaurant. The footman appeared to open the door for them and helped her out onto her heels.
“Well, you should look forward to it- you get your trip out of this country once we’ve had dinner”, she glanced towards the man at her side and her voice deepened to an authorative tone, obviously an order to leave herself and her companion alone as they spent dinner together. Hesitance showed all too well on their faces but they soon nodded and instead took their places around the building.
Shrugging and pretending it didn’t happen, Marlowe elegantly slid a slender finger through her hair and returned some stray strands back behind her ear.
“Well, Shall we go and be seated?”, she grinned then as if she was hiding something from him as she drew out her arm for him to take.