Treat smiled. A small, tiny point in the grand scheme of things, but he'll take it. One could never tell with Tanith. "Don't knock my manicure. The ladies at the salon take very good care of my cuticles," Treat responded. It wasn't an actual insult. He did get manicures. Taking care of one's appearance was very important. Getting his nails done were like getting his hair cut. Essential. "I'm sure your clients are too busy being gagged and bound to really make much comment anyway," Treat responded. "And, hey, I'm sure you're one of the very few ladies in the real world that can actually pull off the Catwoman tights." Not that he'd been looking. Okay, he'd been looking. But he wasn't to blame. Really.
"Have you heard of Sunny's Diner?" It was where Treat went for breakfast when he wasn't in the mood to make anything for himself before work. He was fairly certain six o'clock was about when they closed but he didn't plan on making her wait for him. And Sunny's was in a lively enough area of downtown with lots of lights and people. And six o'clock was fairly early for most of the really nasty things, anyway. He couldn't really think of any place else on his side of town that wasn't the adult store...that he didn't frequent. Or that wretched vampire bar they'd have to pass on the way out of town. "It closes at six, but I'll come on time and it's in a fairly safe part of downtown."