Andras let Famine take the lead. He was almost always in control but in a subtle way. He liked being in the passenger seat giving gentle nudges about where the driver might like to go. Was she sure she wanted to take the bridge during rush over? Wouldn't she rather take West 52nd? Just small things that ensured that his way was done while letting the other person think they made the choice. Choice. God, he loved it.
He smiled at her, "I aim to please. We can go anywhere you want, do anything you like." he let his eyes go down the length of her dress and winced a little, "Though I won't lie, I'm getting less and less in the mood to share you with the city and the night's only just started." but there was a gleam in his eye. They'd do drinks. They'd do dancing. He'd have his turn with her surprise later.