<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">If nothing, Xavier was a good sport when they had an audience to watch their interaction. In his way, Dexter quite enjoyed it. He knew, of course, that whatever rapport he created with his clients was temporary. Even with the ones who kept him on retainer, paid his bills, set him up in hotels, his time with them was always brief and whatever touches, kisses, or other things they shared meant little in the great scheme of things. All the same, he tended to enjoy the moments as they came. He would have never pretended they meant anything more than they actually did, but he wasn't about to deny himself a little satisfaction.<br/>
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Accordingly, he grinned and held onto the other man even after his light teasing tone, though he maintained a sense of decorum for the atmosphere of the wedding. The newly married couple ran off to their waiting limo, waving and smiling the whole way, and Dexter followed Xavier's lead when it came time for them to leave for the reception. Naturally, plenty of his client's family watched them depart. Some smiled politely, others only stared. In his way, he liked the attention, whether it came from positive or negative spaces of mind.<br/>
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"Shame, isn't it?" he chuckled, casting a smile to the man as he opened the door for him. "Can't even pretend to get lost when everyone's going the same way." Slipping in, he made himself comfortable as Xavier drove, taking a little amusement in his attempt at small talk. Very clearly, this was not his natural environment. Dexter didn't mind a little comfortable silence, though it seemed his client did. At least around him.<br/>
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"Mm? Well, to be honest, I don't take requests like this all that often anymore. It's not as lucrative, really, because not everyone is quite as generous as you, willing to drop a grand a night on just a dinner date." He raised his shoulders in a small shrug. "Nowadays, I have a few... I suppose you'd call them <i>benefactors</i>. Liz is one of them. I may take a few jobs on the side if there's a period where they're unavailable, out of town, or simply not as <i>desperate</i> for my company," he clutched his chest, feigning heartache, and smirked to himself thereafter. "Though usually, with those side jobs, they're less interested in dinner. Most cut right to the chase."</span>