Sampson's eyes glinted with amusement. He'd hoped he wouldn't turn it down, but this place was one of the best Italian restaurants in Boston, so what wasn't to like? Sam didn't mind Italian food. "The appetizer is vegetarian," he commented softly. "I didn't want to order your dinner for you but I thought we'd like to start out with something while we make our decisions." He pulled some of the food onto his plate. "You merit more than words ever could, Ryan," he murmured. "I'd like to take care of the bill, too. I mean, if that's okay with you." Sam gave him another dazzling smile at the compliment. "Thank you." He wanted to touch his arm to get him to stop rambling, but he wasn't sure if that was appropriate. "Now let's see." Sam pulled the menu up so he could see it better. He settled for the lobster ravioli, and when Ryan chose he handed the menus to the servers. "How was your work week?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai hummed and put in an order for chili fries and grabbed a bottle of coconut malibu rum, mixing it with pineapple juice. "I'm a huge fan of fruity cocktails," he commented with a smirk, sitting on the other side of the bar. "Drinks on me tonight. And no, I'm not going to cut you off." He imagined the other had a far better tolerance than Rai did. Most everyone did and that was a large part why Rai refused to drink alcohol. That and he was technically on the job still and he wasn't going to be a bad influence on his work place. "Oh yes. I'm doing just fine." Which was a bit of a lie, but tonight wasn't going to be about him. He wanted to get the other talking, but he could tell Kane wasn't really in the mood for it. Rai didn't fancy his own life to be exciting, so conversation was a bit lacking.