"What is wrong with my face?" Sinister replied, bemused, a twinkle in his slightly red eye. "It happens to be what I would have looked like at 84 had I aged normally. And is most likely what you will look like should you live that long. Beard optional." He smiled up at the woman as the song changed and she was joined on stage by her relief, the two dancing their place switch.
"That is the thought that should distract you from such fine examples of the human female form. Not that I look this way, but that you might one day follow suite."
The man shifted in his seat to dig around in his pocket for a few moments. The fries and burger plate arrived while he did so. His hand came out with a medium sized cardboard jewelry box which he placed on the table halfway between himself and Remy. Leaving it there to pick up a fry and begin chewing it idly while his attention returned to the ladies.
"That is yours."
When opened, an antique gold pocket watch resting in black velvet could be found. A small diamond sat in the place of a number for each hout with a larger one for the 12. The back had two inscriptions, the first read 'To My Beloved Nathaniel' and the second read 'In Memory of Adam'. The matching chain lay tucked beneath the cloth.