Sebastian watched his girlfriend as she made for the sweets with some serious intent. He slowly reached out and took her hands in his once the pie was safely resting on the table once more. Her hands were held firmly, but gently, mainly stopping them from moving again. It seemed that he had a somewhat anxious woman on his hands, not that it made her any less loveable.<br/><br/>"Isabelle, my name is Sebastian, not sir." He smiled warmly, mildly amused that she was still using that affection for his name. If they were in a relationship, being called 'Sir' just made him feel old, or like he was her father and that made him feel completely wrong. "And apart from that, yes, we do have a date, don't we?"<br/><br/>"Now, Isabelle, I am going to ask an enormous favour of you, and I am going to give you little choice in the matter. But you can trust me, and I hope you believe that." Sebastian gave her a few moments to ready herself internally. He she appeared to be ready, he continued. "I want you to tell me what has got you so nervous that you want to devour the desserts before they're ready to be enjoyed?"