Itachi watched the Hyuga and then started back toward the car, keeping his pace even so he wouldn't leave Neji behind. "Mmh, Dinner at the apartment." He shoved his hands in his pockets as he strode, pleased to be out of the hotel. "A quiet evening-wine, if you'd like."
Really, that was as much as he'd planned. He'd rented a couple of different movies-horror, comedy, thriller, documentary, whatever looked interesting in the slightest-since he didn't know Neji's taste. Had chess. He'd hoped food and talk and company would be enough-what he really wanted was to just give Neji a night off and away from the hotel, from eyes that would look at him like meat.
And if all else failed, Itachi had a lot of nice wines and hard liquor.