Skwisgaar shook his head, "You and me gots to get use to dis happy thing, huh? I don't knows if I can handle all dis smiling." He took a drink of his wine and relaxed back in his chair, keeping his eyes focused on hers. He was content with how things wound up. She was the forbidden territory which he claimed as his own. He knew somewhere, deep down, that he'd probably have hell to pay eventually. It almost felt like stealing. But he wasn't going to let those little pangs of guilt weigh down his conscience - when did he ever?
He was happy that she accepted him. There was nothing harder than dealing with the fact that he came second to a kid. But the fact that she dressed up for him still lingered in his mind and it gave him an ego boost. That was the single most amusing thing in his mind - that she denied him even though all the signs were there that she didn't want to.
Man, he loved being right.
The food showed up shortly thereafter and he proceeded to pick apart the salad into its base components, eating them one after another. The chicken had to cool down.