Draco sipped his wine, trying to stay calm by focusing by the cool glass in his hand, instead of the intimacy of the moment. He softly started clacking his rings against the glass, needing something to do with his hands. At least the food smelled delicious, so it couldn't go all wrong. If all else failed, then he would at least get a nice meal out of it. Knowing how it usually went with them eating together though, he knew that it probably wouldn't be a problem.<br/>"It looks great," he stated with a soft smile. It was stupid to be this nervous about the situation, but he couldn't help it. It just felt a whole lot more intimate as compared to how it usually went with the two of them. Rationally, he knew that he had nothing to worry about, but a part of him was screaming that he would end up fucking up.