Salad?  That was a waste of food, to his thinking.  But he wasn’t about to tell the kid what he did and did not like, so he let it go.  He waited for the waiter to refill his glass, then leave, listening to the soft sound of his polished shoes retreat before daring to say another word.<br/><br/>“Alex…” he began slowly, taking up his wine glass and enjoying a long drink from it.  He wasn’t gulping it down like last time, but it was easy enough to see that he wasn’t worried about their posh environment.  “How do you deal with a rabid dog?”  He let that churn around in the empty air for a while.  “The only way you can escape your prison is how I escaped mine.  Only you won’t have to be involved.  I’ll do everything for you,” he said, watching and waiting for any signs of the poor thing freaking out.  “And then I’ll take you away.  We can go anywhere, just the two of us.”