Mathias had noticed the man's excitement when they got on the plane and couldn't help the small smile that reached his lips. After he sat down, a pretty stewardess came by and asked Mathias and Victor what they wanted to drink. After getting the two drinks and giving them to their respective owners, she glanced at Mathias and silently went back to the drink supply room and came back with a bottle of lemon flavored water, setting it next to his soda. He smiled gratefully and sipped at it, thankful that as he sipped the water, his stomach started to calm down and not act so upset.<br/><br/>He glanced up when Victor spoke, disoriented as he listened to him. He thought over the man's word for a bit, then blushed as they registered. Well, semi-registered.<br/><br/>He met his companion's eyes, about to ask what he meant, then was quiet as the food was brought in. He hoped Victor would be surprised. Mathias grabbed a small amount of everything, putting it on one plate before looking back up at Victor.<br/><br/>"More comfortable? How do you mean?" His tone was questioning and inviting. If the man was suggesting what Mathias thought he was suggesting, he was more than willing. At least, he thought he was.<br/><br/>Was his idea of 'comfortable' and Victor's different?<br/>Oh, he certainly hoped not.