Sampson was so openly relieved that Ryan was okay with this that the conversation coming from him was light and at ease. They finished dinner with no more tension, as long as conversation about what happened prior was avoided. And Sam was happy to avoid that subject of conversation. There was no need to bring it up because it was done and over with. It wasn't going to affect his future, beyond holding the secret to himself that the supernatural truly existed. Eden hadn't bothered him, nor had Iris or Drake or anyone else from Kane's life. Only Ryan. And that was totally fine with him. After a rich dessert shared between them, he walked Ryan back to his car. "Man I'm gorged. I hope you enjoyed it," he murmured. But he went on without waiting for him to reply. "Look, uh, I know this is probably too soon but I didn't want you to think I wasn't interested, because I am. Did you want to come back to my place? They say angry make up sex is really hot." He blushed at his stupid attempt at humor.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai let out a harrumph and reached down for a bottle of the highest content alcohol in the bar. The bottle itself cost over a hundred dollars, but he didn't care. He slid it over to him and grabbed the drink. One would only make his mind fuzzy and cheeks warm. "All yours. If you're still sober after this I'll owe you another bottle. But if you do..." He trailed off. "Well, if you do, I will offer you a one-night-stand. No strings attached." He bent down and sucked on the straw in a rather lewd gesture. Then he licked his lips very slowly and winked at him. "If you don't want a one-night-stand with a great lay, then I'll pay your bill."