Rudolph just gave her a look. Yes. Massages were nice, but at the same time, he wasn't too sure about someone else touching him. He would just have to cross that bridge when they came to it. It could be nice and it would definitely help relax some of his muscles. They had developed so much tension in them, he was amazed he could still move about. He didn't fight her as she lead him out and too the car. It was useless to fight her when she had a bone to chew. Or pick. He should have remembered that but it had slipped his mind. Even the barkeep had tried to remind him of Rassa's stubbornness.<br/><br/>He kept silent through the whole drive to the restaurant. It wasn't like they had much to talk about. Rassa probably wanted to know what happened after the crash. He preferred to never speak of the incident ever again.<br/><br/>Escaping the vehicle, he made his way into the restaurant. The private booth was nice. It was quiet and dark and most importantly, the flickering candle hid his features from Rassa. Sure, it set a romantic tone, but he couldn't help that. Probably nearly half the town had a hand in this. Or so he was beginning to suspect anyway. "Fine by me. It is food right?" He knew he was being just a bit gruffy, but he did not care too much at the moment.