Alyth sees the reaction she was waiting for, a flush running up the back of Ryan's neck  and she smiles kindly giving him a nod as he glances at the bar area. She then turns as she doesn't want to stare while the man finishes his decadent little death. Let him enjoy his meal, she will check on him when he is finished now that she has seen what she came to see.<br/><br/>Turning to Damien, her eyes amused as he is looking to the other man as well, she makes a small throat clearing noise before asking, "Since Heather is still out, would you like me to take your order? The Little Chocolate Death seems to have caught your fancy and I'm betting you would love a taste, yes? I also make great crispy little fishcakes and a savory shepherd's pie, if you think you can handle all that it will bring?" Her smile was as the painting of Mona Lisa, knowing and yet not telling of her secrets.