Anthony's mouth turned up at the corner slightly at Alex's idea.  Admittedly, the idea was a little surprising.  Perhaps even fortuitous.  He sipped his wine to cover the flash of his teeth as he felt a slight twinge of hunger.<br/><br/>As he set the wine glass back down, he gave a soft shrug.  “I think that I had not expected to meet someone as generous as you...Alex.”  He gave a slight emphasis on the name, as if feeling it move through his mouth.<br/><br/>“I suppose if you think it will help me fit in, and you do not mind showing a new transplant to Toronto around tonight, then I would be remiss in refusing your most kind offer.  Perhaps a more modern suit jacket, at the very least.”<br/><br/>He let a smile grace his features for a few seconds, but then his eyes seemed to narrow slightly, as if he was remembering something.  He motioned towards the front of the restaurant, along the same path the woman had taken earlier when she made her sudden exit.<br/><br/>“I would hate to impose on your time, however.  I will not be keeping you from reconciling with your lady friend, will I?” he asked, a faint amount of concern coming through his voice.<br/><br/>As he sat back to let Alex respond, Anthony let his mind subtly reach out to Alex's mind.  He didn't implant another thought, but instead left a faint impression of feeling at ease behind.  He was in no hurry.  He had plenty of time to devote to Alex.  By letting Alex become comfortable with him first, things would be easier.