"Don't assume, dearie, that I've learned to show it properly, in the year and a half of absence," warned Sweeney, looking over the menu while the waiter poured their wine. "I'll have the roast beef with stew and potatoes," He directed to the waiter before tucking the menu away and picking up the glass of wine. "Still rather brutish, I'd imagine, at least if what I'm considering doing with you right now is in any way a hint to my romance."