Bringing alcohol to a dinner was bad form he knew so he had refrained from bringing wine, otherwise a champagne in addition to flowers and a gift would have been a little much - but it seemed to work out. As the Captain entered the sitting room he was again impressed by her elegant taste - suddenly he found himself wincing at the thought of her paying a return visit to his um, somewhat more bachelor oriented abode. It could be difficult for anyone to create a modern style that worked in a rustic building, but he found it easy to sit down in her couch and relax. All those large paneled windows were letting in the evening light to lighten the wall structure, and the rows of books lining one walls were always a sign of harmony in a home.<br/><br/>The bottle and the package - containing a selection of dark Belgian chocolate from a speciality importing chocolatier in the bankier street - were placed on the birch table and Maltese leaned back in the pillows, draping an arm over a side as he followed Tegan with glittering eyes. Her shape and movements were like a cup of coffee to him by themselves, but his mind kept superimposing the sweet image of her voluptous naked body over the sight of her clothed one. He knew what it felt like to move his hands down her back, where there were light down to touch... Since that kind of thinking was going to be extremely distracting toward a nice relaxed evening, the Captain focused on the titillating scents from the kitchen instead. "Quite a place you have here, Tegan! Seems like this was part of a farm once? I wonder what the first people who lived here would say if they saw what it looks like now..." And not just the electricity, he thought. They would probably think a queen had moved in her. Maltese looked at the woman standing there scenting the roses, and thought those farmers might be right at that.<br/>