[Ryou sucks in a sudden breath, looking anywhere but Atem for the moment. The clawed fingers of one hand drum awkwardly on the table. Tap-tap-tap-tap--and then he reaches for the glass of mead and drinks it down. Hell, Atem's lucky he doesn't steal the other glass and drink that too.]

H-honestly...

[Does he sound exasperated? He's a little exasperated. Atem can't just say that before they've even had dinner, it's unfair!]

U-um. Yes, I wouldn't...mind getting something that fits better. Just in case.

[Like the disaster that he is, Ryou looks immensely awkward when the waitress returns, furthering her suspicions that something's not right. This time, she doesn't tiptoe.]

Sir, are you alright? You seem as if you have something on your mind.

[Unfortunately now is not a good time for Ryou, who has just been flirted with and is practically squirming. He glances over at Atem, pleading with his eyes.

Help. You did this.]