Oh yes, Corner was definitely dead. If Anthony could have kicked him--or hell, hexed him--without Liliana noticing, he would have. But since she was sitting right fucking next to him, there wasn't exactly a subtle way to do it. Anthony grabbed his menu with one hand and tucked the other under his leg to keep himself from fidgeting too much.
"Always good to see old...schoolmates," he said, somehow sounding rather more calm than he felt. He sneaked a glare at Michael from behind his menu. He already knew what he wanted, as he'd eaten here dozens of times before, but having the menu in his hands afforded him a little protection.
He glanced at Liliana out of the corner of his eye. She looked the same, but somehow different. Older, he guessed, and more...womanly. He cleared his throat and looked away. He was much better suited to think of ways to murder Michael than to look at Liliana like she was actually a potential date. He'd been there, done that, and he was pretty sure Liliana would agree it hadn't been exactly stellar as far as dates went. It hardly seemed to matter that it had been nearly ten years ago.