Lyle's yes lit up and he took a seat in front of Dante with his own coffee. He was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't easy finding men who liked other men and here someone who fit the bill just wandered into his bar. He'd fit right in. He could already see the others fawning over him. It was nice knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about Dante acting weird around everyone. All of his stall were important to him and he liked it best when they got along.<br/><br/>"No problem as long as you don't bring your mixing back to my bar. Oh, feel free to take it out of my bar though. Its none of my business who you take home, just don't bring them here." He felt much more relaxed with all the important stuff out in the open. From now on he could work on just getting Dante adjusted. "We get quite a few customer's like us so you might even be lucky enough to find love here or something." Lyle laughed at that. He'd grown up in a bar and dove right into the business, but never once did he enjoy a customer. All of the chances for a good relationship walked in and out the door, but he never ever dated customers. He'd not dated nearly enough to satisfy him, but he was up tight like that. He had rules for himself and he kept them.<br/><br/>"If you know any good places to meet a guy let me know. Its murder out there looking." He sighed as he dropped eight sugar cubes into his mug with a lot of cream. He had quite the sweet tooth.