He had been too careless with his words, of course.  Kade was usually better at keeping quiet, but the recent wound of his beautiful flowers being ripped away from him had kept him in a sour mood, and then watching the man who had trampled them being acquitted of everything…  Facing the man who had helped that happen was hard.  It was time for him to return to the quiet of his sanctuary to calm his mind and his heart.  But he wasn’t quite ready to give up on getting what he wanted, not just yet.<br/><br/>Moving from his seat a little too fast, he was immediately at Dorian’s side and slipping his arm around the handsome man’s.  No one had caught the movement, let alone the speed of it, though Dorian himself might’ve wondered how he’d caught up with him so fast.<br/><br/>“I’m afraid I cannot allow that,” he spoke, keeping his voice down.  “If you were to drive home in this state, I fear you might not make it.  Tragic, yes… and it might cause scandal for my establishment.  And how would that look on your record?  It would be disastrous for business for us both.”  He looked over his shoulder and made a quick gesture to the server, letting him know he could clear everything away.  Then his attention was fully on Dorian.  “Forgive my sharp tongue, tonight.  I’ve recently suffered a loss, and I’m afraid it’s left me a little bitter.  Allow me to make it up to you by giving you a comfortable place to rest for the night.  You are free to use my personal rooms under the club.”<br/><br/>With any luck Dorian would take the bait.  Force wasn’t something Kade wanted to use, and it would be hard to do so when there were so man witnesses.  If there had been no one else around, he’d have grabbed the man and hauled him down by his throat, kicking and screaming.  A willing victim was sometimes more tricky.  The liquor had hopefully been enough to soften him up, or at least add proper incentive to keep him from climbing into his own car.<br/><br/>“If you insist on returning to your home or a hotel, at least allow me to see to the transportation,” he then offered, figuring that if he had to, he could get Dorian into his car and drive back to his old club.  The garage was directly attached to his… what had his garden called it?  Temple?  After he drove that far, Dorian would be his.  “Please,” he cooed, squeezing the arm he held, hoping that was all the coaxing he needed.