"I've been out in this evening's air," Ariadne said, letting her smile twist into something warm, her reply a little more grounded than the poetry of the adoring god on his knee before her. "There's not a star to be seen out there tonight. Yes - please," she turned her head to catch the eye of her waitress, her hand still caressing his cheek though her eyes had left him. "I'll have another merlot, and he'll have a glass of your petite sirah."