And then they'd start assuming he just wasn't that good in bed.
"For Moretti's charity, serious fundraising, that sort of thing. The press releases will come out tonight, no doubt." He sounded bored. It was nothing new - it was already prepped for the press, and he was just parroting what he'd been primed to say already. He looked at Aiden and seemed to sense the sudden energy, because he raised his eyebrows, but didn't open up again - a man in King's position couldn't afford slip-ups like Aiden. Neither could Moretti, really. He quieted further, and the menus came with water, but he already knew what he wanted - he'd been here enough - so he just eyed Aiden.
"Well, in any case, I wish you the best of luck on your date." He didn't, really, but the polite smile was firmly in place.