<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“Yes, Luca, I like it,” Marcus answered with a pleased smile. He took the folded piece of paper next and opened it, to see what was on it. Of course, with it printed in Portuguese, he couldn't read what it said.<br/>
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“During dinner I'll have you tell me what these say. Maybe I can learn a few words myself.” For the moment, he slid it into the picket of his pressed slacks and went along to where the table was set.<br/>
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“Anything you'd like tonight,” he told him when he asked about using one of the games to further his knowledge of the English language. “I do think you're English is already getting better. At least a little bit,” Marcus complimented. “You're welcome Luca. I want to take care of you right,” he tacked on when Luca thanked him for remembering his allergy. He settled in to eat at the table and released a long breath.<br/>
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“Mm, yes, no more talk of work. I want to enjoy my time with you.” He didn't know what Luca had said to him, only that his voice, and his language sounded pleasant coming from him like that.<br/>
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“Oh, this is lemon herb crusted chicken and rice pilaf,” Marcus answered. “I hope you enjoy it.”<br/>
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Marcus' eyes lifted from his plate to Luca when he mentioned them taking a bath together, and then relaxing with a massage. He was happy to see the change in Luca. He knew he would come to his senses. They had a connection. He was only upset and angry at first. Marcus could forgive him for that, and hopefully over time he would be able to trust him more. Just as Luca would be able to feel more comfortable with him. Marcus didn't want to hurt Luca. He wanted him to feel good. He was glad to see his feelings were starting to be reciprocated.<br/>
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“I would love that.”<br/>
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Luca wasn't done yet though, tempting him further with the idea of them in bed together, fresh from a bath. Luca even promised to be good, and Marcus was going to have a hard time not scrapping dinner all together for other things entirely. If Luca hadn't been locked away in the basement for four days, he might have set it aside for later, but he deserved a fresh, hot meal and a little bit of wine to unwind. Luca picked up his glass and asked Marcus to toast, in which he obliged him.<br/>
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“To a lovely evening with my even lovelier boyfriend.” He touched his glass softly to Luca's before taking a sip, and starting in on their dinner. Marcus ate methodically, well mannered as he had been the first time they had gone out to lunch together. Luca mentioned the list again and Marcus decided that was something they could get out of the way while they were eating. He removed it from his pocket, and a pen, going over what was on the list because he couldn't read the words. Of course Luca would have written it in his own language. He wrote the English word by each line, showing Luca so that he could see. Marcus wasn't opposed to anything on the list, but he'd give it more thought when Luca wasn't distracting him.<br/>
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“Are you scared of the dark, Luca?” Marcus questioned, curious about the night light request. He wasn't teasing, or judgmental, rather he sounded concerned. He didn't want Luca to be frightened or uncomfortable while he was away. He only wanted Luca uncomfortable when he was doing something bad. This was Luca's home now too. Most likely he'd need to do more to the basement to make it seem like home.<br/>
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“Did you stay warm enough? How is the bathroom? I've never used it much,” Marcus went on, curious and trying to rule out any issues. “Do you think we should get rid of the couch and put a bed there instead? I hope the food wasn't so bad.” Luca only had access to the downstairs fridge and freezer, and then the microwave. Giving him access to a hotplate was the same risk as the heater; probably more so. Luca hadn't claimed that he was much of a cook. Marcus was a little paranoid that he'd leave and Luca would cause some catastrophic accident. As it stood now, probably the worst he could do was flood the basement a foot or so if he was quite deliberate. Marcus had left some dry goods should the power go out for some reason, but he was sure there were still things he needed to think of, and prepare for.<br/>
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“I'll get you other snacks as well. I'll be going into town for more supplies likely tomorrow, but I won't be gone long.”</span></span>