Blaise fastened the bracelet, letting his fingers brush across the inside of her wrist innocently and smiled at her. He was determined not to be insulting or condescending although it was hard, so much of himself was hidden and he liked it that way. "I was not insulting your friend, merely saying I do not dine with any other women I loathe..except you." He watched her look at the menu and sipped his wine.
"I am having pasta gamberetti e zucchine," he said with a small shrug at her request to order for her. "It is pasta, shrimp, and zucchini in a white wine sauce." It was his favourite and Signor deLuca prepared it just as his aunt did. Perfectly. "If you do not like shrimp, it can also be served with chicken." He had no idea what she liked.