Terry found himself distracted from answering as he watched the fork disappear into Ernie's mouth, and he finally realized that this had shifted suddenly from two friends having dinner to something more. He shifted in his seat as Ernie moaned, and managed to pull himself together enough to spear a small bite of tuna on his fork.
He took a bite, and nearly immediately copied Ernie's moan. "It's incredible," he said, taking another bite and moaning again, eyes closing with the taste. "Really good choice." He took another sip of the wine, appreciating how it perfectly complimented the tuna, and thought he could get used to this sort of treatment.
"How is Anna working out?" he asked in between bites. "Must be going well, if you could take the night off. I, for one, will have to offer her my gratitude."