This was much more familiar territory. Tony liked waitresses. He was smiling easily back before he even thought about it, dropping his head into his hand and embracing the wear and tear to say with a put upon sigh, "I'm so glad we have you to take care of us tonight, sweetheart. What's your name? Jill. Two of what she's having, Jill, and thank you." She had to keep throwing glances back over her shoulder when she took their order and menus away to find him still watching her with a half-lidded adoration until she rounded a corner, then he was suddenly leaning back in his seat again like they were never interrupted.
"You shouldn't be doing any of it," he said flatly after another long stretch, calculated this time while he studied her. Not a welcome to help any time, not an appreciation for her effort-- this needed to stop.