He was remembering why he hated society parties and fancy weddings. The food was decent. But the entertainment left much to be desired. In fact, as he glanced around for the millionth time as they ate and saw Rabastan and Fenrir taking off with a choice little dish, he was momentarily jealous.
Of course, then he remembered his little kitten and the fun they would have in just a couple hours. He'd been thinking about how to play this part for some time. In fact, he'd left his dear little kitten alone before the wedding to avoid the temptation of spoiling his surprises. He wanted to take his time and break this one slowly, strip by strip, until she bled for him and cried for him and begged to be broken some more.
Still making a show of enjoying the small portions of food, a small smirk forming on his lips, Walden reached his left hand under the table to run his hand along her thigh. "Are you enjoying yourself, dear," he asked with all appropriate concern and consideration, though his eyes told a different story.