Grin flashed wider at that comment as Elijah pulled away. For it was true, the overprotectiveness was something that all Mikaelsons were used to at this point. They may fight amongst themselves but woe betide any outside force that sought to harm any of the siblings.
“Go sit at the table,” he requested. “I’ll bring your plate.” After all, plating a dinner was the final step in gourmet cuisine and Elijah was meticulous in everything. It didn’t take very long for him to bring her dinner, wine topped off as well before he grabbed his own plate and sat down across from her, rolling his shirtsleeves back down. It was an informal enough dinner that he supposed a suit jacket was not required..