Lazarus grinned, getting a table for them both. "In that case, order whatever you like. I'll pay of course." After pulling out her chair for her and taking his own seat, he removed his jacket and placed it on the back of his chair. He returned to her. "So tell me Sasha, how long have you known me now?" He pondered. "Surely it must be quite some time." He realized he was waffling and shut up. He skin burned red. [i]what?!!! He was hot. Sweaty even. He'd taken hundreds of girls on dates, and his was always calm.[/i] Perhaps some magic he normally used in this situation would help. He brought his hand onto the table, cast a tiny piece of light. He clasped his hands around it, and when he let go, a white flower took its position, rotating in the air. "Here." He handed it to her. Surely that was hook line and sinker.