[With one last quick glance around Kris reaches over and takes hold of Drael's hand. The restaurant is quiet, and this corner is particularly secluded, and the look on Drael's face suggested that doing anything less than physically grabbing the man would result in him bolting for freedom.

Kristopher smiles brightly, though, a welcome that hopefully hides the second meaning behind his taking Drael's hand beneath his own.]

I'm sorry, Drael, I think I forgot to mention. Olivia's the one who got us this reservation. Wasn't that kind of her!