[Ryou is surprisingly placated by that, even though he's not truly irate with Atem. Enough that his tail wags once, before he gently slides the wine glass back. Peace offering! He didn't drink all of it...though he wanted to.]

It's not really you. It's her. I think she might be of the mind that you're taking advantage of me, somehow.

...Maybe we should both behave.

[Because Ryou would never fully seat the blame on Atem, or even the waitress. He has some fault in this, for not explaining himself better.]

At least for now. Maybe when we get home...it'll be better.

[He looks hopeful, and the wine is making him feel warm. So why not? A little bit of optimism before their meal.]