He shook his head. "No amount of tasty garlic and butter would be able to distract me from the snailyness of the actual dish."
He was pleased with her reaction, rather than being nervous about whether this place was really any good, as he secretly was. And he wanted to spoil her, she deserved it. When she touched his hand, he held onto hers and smiled honestly, absently rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.
Of course, then the bloody waiter had to show up and ruin the moment. He reluctantly let go and sat back again, thanking the man for the wine, and placing his order, allowing Ally to do the same. He watched the guy walk away, having recieved a little knowing smile from the ponce before he left with their orders. "Well he just has the best bloody timing, doesn't he?" he asked.