The couple ended up opting for the public dinning room and Kai picked a  table right underneath the chandelier. Erlind picked a seat next to Paula and dressed the chair with his red coat. While the others allowed their coats to be taken by the attendants at the entrance of the restaurant, Erlind preferred to keep his with him. His clothes were just an attire of pure illusion after all and allowing any piece of the outfit to be in the hands of another was completely useless. It would simply vanish before the attendant gets the chance to hang it on the coat hook. Two waiters carrying trays of different types of beverages stepped closer to the dinning table and set the alcoholic bottles on the surface for future personal use. One of the healthy, fit looking waiters advanced with a smile and introduced himself as being one of their personal waiters amongst having to server other tables.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Would you like to start off with refreshing drinks?”</span>He made sure to look everyone in the eyes while keeping a balanced eye contact.<span style="font-style: italic">“Are you aware of our specials and promotional deals this week?”</span>He added with a genuine smile and the second waiter began to place the menus, beginning from the left side of the table.<span style="font-style: italic">“Please take your time and if you have any questions about the menus, let any of us know”</span>The second waiter said.<br/><br/>Erlind nodded his head and began to unbutton the buttons on his white sleeves. He rolled them up a little bit and excused himself from the party. He walked out of the dinning room and made his way to the lobby. He caught a glimpse of Isolde departing the lobby and towards the stairs. The restless shifting of the crowd in the lobby blinded his vision for couple seconds, and Isolde was gone.<br/><br/>He forced his attention to the present, remembering where he was heading to. A cigarette. Yes he needed one. Even though he had lost his sense of taste, he still remembered what a cigarette tasted like and how its addiction had affected his human body for the past eighty years and up until the day he disposed of it. He needed to experience once again the alteration of mood that the substance brought him during moments of need. Demons too had mood swings, and even in the material world, they needed to keep their moods in check. No one was immune to addiction, be it toxic or harmless.<br/><br/>Stepping into the night, Erlind thought about how he completely ignored Isolde when she passed them by. Kai was a gentleman enough to return the favor and greet the Witch back. He pulled out a cigarette from his Marlboro pack and stuck one between his lips then lit it. Absent-minded, watched the Hotel's valet attendant standing at attention; smiling and greeting the Hotel guests as they entered and existed the building.<br/><br/>The blond man had returned soon enough after smoking half of his cigarette to see the waiters returning with silver plates adorned with what was supposed to be their dinner.<span style="font-style: italic">"The cuisine is indeed exquisite."</span>He heard Kai conclude.<br/><br/>Erlind nodded his head and sat at the table, placing a white napkin on the left side of his lap. He passed the bread plate to Paula when Kai's words caught his attention again.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Erlind. I think we are being watched. Is there someone odd behind us?  </span></span><br/><br/>Erlind raised his eyelids and took a short glimpse past Kai.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">I see no one. I do not feel any strange presence but if anything it would be Darcy but I doubt it. She's probably plucking the last remaining hairs on her head after our recent expected meeting.</span></span>The Demon's lips twisted into a short smile and raised a glass of red wine to his lips, glancing at Paula's radiant complexion out of the corner of his eye. She seemed to be enjoying dinner and Erlind could probably try to taste the food through Paula's delighted emotions as she gracefully began to eat.<br/><br/>"How is your choice of meal, Annika?" The blonde man asked taking a black olive into his mouth. He locked his gaze on the red-head and ignored the layered movements around him.<span style="font-style: italic">"What I love about Italian cuisine, is that it is not always about how fancy it looks or is, but it is all about the ingredients."</span>He added, taking a sip of his wine. Yes, the strange presence was there but he did not feel like it was necessary to agree with Kai. This was a special dinner after all.