"Well, it wouldn't feel right to keep you cooped-up and feeling miserable on your first date." Twombly responded to the jackal's question, taking a moment to wave at Aeron's many adoring fans and bask a bit in her celebrity-status as they went through the entrance and found an empty booth.
"Besides, your fanbase wouldn't allow you to take after my habit of being a reclusive hermit." He explained, still trying to be ever the gentleperson and helping Aeron get herself seated and comfortable first.
The menu of the Hole, although not the fanciest, offered a sufficiently wide variety of dishes to please their patrons. The maned wolf adjusted his spectacles to get a better look at the selection as a clawed hand snatched his lenses away, rendering him mildly blind as he stared at Aeron, presuming she had a smirk stretching ear to ear while dangling his glasses precariously in the air.
"Well look what I have here," she said with a small giggle before placing his lenses on her own face,
"Oh... well then... Wasn't expecting that much blurriness..." Taking them off, she went back to dangling them just in front of his face, though far enough away that it was difficult to tell exactly where she was holding them in regards to his muzzle.
"I wouldn't call them adoring fans, I know some of them, and others just know of what I do. I'm not really all that popular I am sure, just another Mob Boss that not everyone is terrified of." Rather pleased with the fact that the male couldn't exactly see, she snuck in and playfully licked one of his ears before placing his glasses down on the table in front of him.
"Why have you become such a hermit Tommy-boy?" she questioned, knowing the nickname annoyed him a bit,
"You'd think such a handsome wolf would have made his way around from time to time." Wiping his ear off, Twombly gave the mob-boss-lady a look, one of puzzlement before answering. "My work requires a certain amount of peace and quiet. The sort one cannot get when living in the spotlight." His voice trailing off as his other hand swept across the table, locating his glasses for him to snatch back up and place back upon his face. Glad he didn't need to draw attention to his astonishingly poor eyesight.
"So, what does Earlton's most favorite mob boss like to do to unwind?" He asked, leaning in closer to her, but still ready for almost anything.
Looking at him, her face rather close to his at this point due to his leaning,
"I enjoy reading... drawing on occasion is always fun... sometimes I go to the range and other times I go out with Sebastian and Baile to take care of our less... loyal clients. There is something about a good round of torture for information that leaves you drained of anger and left rather relaxed." Smiling at Twombly, she nudged him a bit with her nose,
"You came pretty close to being strung up today after keeping me waiting," she stated calmly,
"You're lucky I like you enough not to do more than that." She leaned forward a bit to wave over the waiter, having already figured out what she wanted for a drink and an appetizer. She wasn't at all opposed to what they provided, and the bar was nice enough that she rather liked being there.
"Perhaps next time I should focus on making you some more comfortable torture devices for you to play with." The wolf chided, as he set gave one last glance through the menu.
"But then I'd need to find someone willing to test them." He added, nudging her foot underneath the table.
Twombly ordered a dish only known as 'poutine with bacon' while Aeron ordered the steak dinner and a cherry smash to wash it all down, maybe two while Tommy-boy took a big Lebrewski as he watched an ox pace angrily around the open room.
Aeron looked over at Twombly for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and looking around, not very interested in what was happening, but figuring it was best to watch the Ox.
"Wonder what pissed him off," she murmured before simply leaning against her date and taking to idly playing with the edge of his shirt, slender fingers bending and folding the small area of fabric.
"If I was anyone else his passing back and forth would worry me entirely too much, thankfully I'm not someone else. Though I wonder if he'll break something soon." With her smile still in place, she reached up and gently tugged Twombly's ear,
"So what else do you have in mind for today? Anything other than the bar or were you hoping to just get me drunk enough to get laid?" As she asked this, she stopped messing with his shirt and nudged him under the muzzle with her nose, as if prompting him to answer her truthfully.
Twombly fidgeted, knowing that she'd been known to drink more than her share, answered:
"Although possible, I cannot count on getting you drunk under the table." He started, suggesting she had a more than average tolerance for alcohol, before sticking a thumb out to the main door where Sebastian was still helping the bouncer pick through the crowd for troublemakers.
"For one, your chaperone would not approve of such behavior." He then kissed her on the forehead before leaning in and hugging her, with his mouth close to her ear, he whispered:
"Actually, I was figuring we could go out scavenging, just the two of us. Like old times." Food came promptly, mostly because Aeron like her meat rare, and poutine was rather simple, their drinks weren't too much of a challenge for the trained barista, and the music was thankfully still flowing as long as the ox didn't take his rage out upon the loudspeakers or the performers.
"Ooooh, scavenging sounds like it would be a ton of fun!" she said with a giggle, not at all bothered by the fact that he had taken to wrapping his arms around her in a hug,
"Lets do it, I'll have to move a few things around in order to make room for it, I'm sure a couple paybacks could be postponed until we get back from finding you new things to tinker with. Should we go to our usual place?" It was rather clear that she was excited about the prospect of leaving the dome with him again, they always had fun scavenging things together, at least before she ended up becoming rather busy. As she was still rather folded up in a certain male's arms, she wiggled a bit so she could free one of her arms before bringing it up to rub one of his ears.
"Your ears are just as fuzzy as I remember them being, thought I still have more fun playing with that mane of yours." "You really do like my mane still, don't you?" Twombly teased with a small laugh as the mob-boss was tickling his ears and being an over-all flirt after getting some booze in her system. He then started picking through his meal of comfort-food,
"I'm sure Sebastian and Baile can handle the payments until we get back. They aren't totally inept, after all." 
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