Vax'ildan carefully pushed aside the glasses, the salt shaker, the limes, the lot. He picked up Regina's hand from the table, using both of his own (bare without gloves for a change) to wrap up her fingers and draw her closer. He tipped his face to rest his cheek against her knuckles, thinking of how she'd tried to touch him earlier, and quietly looked her in the eyes.

"Suppose I've got that to look forward to," he murmured.