Phill runs the text over in his mind a moment or two, and then smiles at Kate as she remembers to use the appellations for him and Simon.  He wasn’t sure smiling at her was much of an award, but he would get to that soon.  Right after the food was delivered it would seem.  There was some logistics to consider with those instructions, should he leave his shoes on?  Would socks be a bad idea?  Ultimately, he decided to lose the shoes, so at least he could feel his lovely wife.  Other concerns crowded in on his thoughts, and he smiled, a polite smile really. “Excuse me for just a moment.”  Getting up he sets his napkin on the table and moves over to his wife to kiss the top of her head.  “Do order for me, Kitten.  The T-bone with a Guinness will be perfect.”  More to drink probably wasn’t the best thing, but it had been a few hours sense his shots of whiskey, and really it wasn’t that much to drink.  A nice dark beer went amazing with steak, Guinness being the best of those.  He always imagined his English ancestors spinning in their graves as he drank an Irish beer.<br/>With that said he gives Simon a nod and heads into the bathroom.   Settling into the stall he pulls off his shoe and uses his small pocket nail trimmers to trim his toe nails back a bit more.  He never really dealt with his toenails; they were hidden in a shoe and that beneath a sock.  Still, that area was very sensitive, and he doubted that his wife would enjoy getting jabbed it was going to be awkward enough.  Sure, he knew the mechanics of fingering women, but how did one ‘toe’ a woman?  So he took a few precautions and hoped he wasn’t being overly cautious.  He ignored the odd looks he got, and put his sock into his coat pocket and slipped his shoe back on before returning to the table.  “Ah, good, drinks are here, that must mean food has been ordered.”  Reaching his leg forward he puts his shoe on his wife’s chair, making sure to move her knees apart.  Knowing his wife to be a proper woman, he knew her legs would be together.  All ladies sat thus, and it amused him greatly to offer such an alternative.  Slaves don’t always get the same modesty, so using his foot he nudged her legs further apart so her knees were at the corner of the chair, and then merely left his foot resting between them.<br/>If he felt jittery, he could only imagine how Kate felt.  His lovely kitten, and oh how much he wanted to toy with her.  It was oddly intoxicating to be dominating her in public, with no one the wiser.  Well, maybe Simon.  Looking over at his friend he grins, “So, still working on your latest master piece in the theater?  At work they got me designing a part, well a cog.  Simple machining procedure really, but that cog is important enough that I have a couple of meetings about it already.  I have to say, there are times I envy your job.”  Ah, normal conversation, he wanted that layer there.  In part he figured Kate would appreciate a bit of normality, and in part it was to help her feel the abnormality of being there, collared, his, and how much he wasn’t teasing her though he could.  It was an interesting anthropology study; would the lack of a touch tease as much as a touch?  He would know later, for now, it was normal conversation.  Looking over at Kate he smiles as if nothing was amiss, “So the carbonara?  I thought for sure you were going to get sirloin.  Maybe that is just me though.”<br/>