"I am quite the actor - or actress - aren't I?" But he didn't push her anymore, and he let her pull away, although his eyes flashed dark for a moment, possessive before that. "I suppose we will. I have food - we should eat before it gets cold." Now that they had to eat.
But he'd touch Hera's elbow and draw her up. "Come on."
Gentle.
He'd pull her chair out, serve her - or at least offer her - before claiming his own seat. It was a small, cozy table. Tara didn't usually entertain here.