Sampson's eyes lit up and that dashing smile showed on his face. He stood and pulled his chair out so Ryan could sit. He didn't care that he wasn't as dressed up. But he'd felt the need to do so himself. He pushed the menu towards him and poured him a glass of wine. "Yes, I did. I feel it's just one of many things I plan on doing to try to get you back." He dishes up some of the appetizer for himself. "I hope you like the wine. If not it's not a big deal." He noticed that Ryan was blushing and tried to give him a reassuring smile. "If this is too much we can go somewhere less fancy." Sam was rambling again and not really thinking that to go somewhere else he'd likely need to change. "You look nice."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai had gone about his regular routine since he went home. Though it had only been a week he couldn't get the half-breed out of his mind. Rai himself was a clusterfuck of species, being part incubus and part nekomimi or cat demon. There wasn't a human aspect to himself, but he wasn't heartless, as he'd pointed out to Kane. Love just didn't come easy for him because he was looking for the right man, needless to say. It was difficult because he was exceedingly needy and a very sexual creature, which sort of came with the fact that, well, duh, he was an incubus. He needed sex to survive. Just all the trauma of his past left him with the undeniable urge to be dominated, and owned in a sense.<br/><br/>Being a slave hadn't thoroughly left his mind, and after what Eden had done to him, he'd sort of fallen into even more of a submissive state than he used to. But he tried to distract himself by working, taking more hours than he ought to, but he didn't need to pay himself. Most of the money went to his employees, which was why they remained loyal to him. It panned out very well.<br/><br/>He sensed, and saw, Kane enter the bar. The other was insanely tall, over a foot taller than him. Rai was wearing a charm to hide his animal features, but the rest of him looked familiar, with all the piercings and crimson red hair. Most redheads really didn't have such a striking red color. A lot had orange, brown, or copper tones, but his was like freshly spilled blood. The charm made his eyes look human, and gray-blue in color. He smiled and bounded over to Kane once he sat down, relieving the bar tender from this particular man.<br/><br/>"Evening stranger," he teased, his voice soft. He could feel the despair radiating off the other. He knew it all too well. "What's your poison?"