Glitch smiles and, quite flagrantly, draws Bagoas' hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles. "Good, let's do it."

He releases the hand, sorts out the wine, and they carefully go over the menu. The considering of options is thorough (his own shellfish allergy mentioned with some mournful dismay, along with musing about if snails qualified), and the Extra waiter called back to explain the French phrasings which Glitch doesn't understand either.

"Okay," he say with a nod. "Have we decided?"