"Perhaps," he answered between bites, noting the question hiding behind the one that was actually asked of him; an uncertainty. "Unless there's some place you'd rather..?" he offered, inclining his head slightly. He felt as though he already knew the answer to that, the more the two of them consumed of one another, the greater the connection between them grew and Opium was curious to see what that connection felt like when their skin touched again. He finished his plate swiftly and pushed it and his fork aside, taking a deep breath and inhaling the smell of his own smoke that curled in the air around them.
"Take me there," he said, pushing out from the table and offering Tracer his hand