[ A chuckle bubbles in his throat as he sees the hesitation on Angel's pretty face. Alastor's set up a table for two, already hosting a freshly made salad with a bottle of homemade dressing waiting to be drizzled to ones desire. As his shadow pulls out the chair for Angel to sit at, Alastor pulls a tray of freshly baked bread rolls from the little brick oven he found and restored. Next to said oven say a fire pit currently crackling with a roasting chicken. ]
Why the look, Angel? Were you expecting a head on the table? [ He teased lightly as he brushed an olive oil and garlic mixture over the rolls. ]
[It's delivered as a joke, and followed by a wink as Angel's uncertainty fades. He takes the chair looking slightly bemused but flattered, his gaze straying to the rolls and the chicken]
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Then please do join me in the gardens behind the hotel, will you? Formal attire is not required in the slightest.
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You're not going to murder me, right?
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[ He has some restraint to himself, Angel. He's even going all out cooking an authentically Italian range of dishes for him. ]
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Good?
[Look at him, not even making a dirty joke about getting eaten, he's grown! ...Or he's too much on the back foot to think about it for once]
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Now tell me, are there any allergens I should avoid for you?
[ Alastor is so proud of him! Though he's fully expecting Angel to recover and unload his dirty jokes once the night progresses. ]
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I don't think so?
Do I get to know what you're cooking or is it a surprise?
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Nah, I kinda wanna see what you come up with.
Gotta admit I'm looking forward to this after the day I've had
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k, on my way
[As promised he does appear in the gardens only a few minutes later, a hesitant look on his face]
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Why the look, Angel? Were you expecting a head on the table? [ He teased lightly as he brushed an olive oil and garlic mixture over the rolls. ]
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Well you never know with you.
[It's delivered as a joke, and followed by a wink as Angel's uncertainty fades. He takes the chair looking slightly bemused but flattered, his gaze straying to the rolls and the chicken]
Smells amazin'. Looks it, too.