He seemed to enjoy it greatly, to toy with the hair on Jay's chest. His fingers were nimble and gentle and there was a smile on his lips, all the while. And then the smile melted into a soft, charming grin.<br/><br/><em>"I'll order something, si? I'm sure you'll approve, Signore. I'll make sure that it'll be as delicious as you."</em>The Italian grinned, ever so softly.<em>"Bolognese is good, but there's much better dishes, Signore. And besides...I've yet to see a restaurant where they cooked decent Pasta."</em><br/><br/>He grinned again, knowingly so, and then he cocked an eyebrow.<em>"Should I pick you up from somewhere, Signore?"</em>