It wasn't that this was a date, it was that Alexander Moretti was a very, very new business partner. The pleased, hesitant smile was gone a moment later, replaced with a far more polite person. "You are Moretti's man, working for the news. I'm sorry, I'd forgotten." He hadn't forgotten, he hadn't realized how deeply the connection went. "Of course, we'll see."
It was guarded. He couldn't afford to make a bad impression with Moretti, and he should have checked Aiden out instead of giving into the whim to let the reporter into his limo. It was bad news all over, really. "Well, perhaps you will figure out what you like to order here for that date, then." Idle, but this time it was practiced. Watching each word as he ushered Aiden in - and drifted for a bare moment to speak with the maitre'd, although they would be getting a table. No one said no to Kingston Price.