Anthony glanced up at the sound of a chair scraping along the marble floor.  At the table next to his, he saw the back of a woman who had stood suddenly.  The legs of her chair wobbled as the chair nearly fell over.  She strode away from the table, heading towards the front of the restaurant.  He watched as she brushed angrily past a few others in her desire to leave as soon as possible.<br/><br/>He shifted his attention away from the woman, back to the table she had departed from so quickly.  He saw a young man stabbing his fork into a salad with more force than necessary.  Interesting.<br/><br/>Anthony sipped his wine, letting the sharpness of it fill his mouth.  It wasn't as pleasant as it had once been, but then no food or drink ever would be again.  Some things, such as rare red meat or a sharp wine, could still be considered appetizing to him, but it paled in comparison to what his body desired, what he had to take.<br/><br/>Sometimes, however, the seeking could be as much fun as the taking.<br/><br/>He considered for a moment going after the woman.  She obviously was distraught.  So much easier to prey upon.  He then glanced over the man at the table.  He was quite attractive, there was no debate.  Anthony wondered for a moment what had happened between them, the man and the woman.  It had the markings of either a recurring argument or a final separation.   In either case, perhaps there was an opening.  But which to choose?<br/><br/>He leaned back slightly as he considered his options, not looking at the man directly.  After a moment, he decided to let the woman go.  Chasing after her might appear too opportunistic.  Perhaps something more subtle, something that could have been considered chance.  A hint of a smile flickered across Anthony's face, as if he'd just remembered an amusing story or joke.  He decided there was no time like the present to see if his faculties had diminished during his latest convalescence.<br/><br/>He let his mind reach out to the young man and subtly settle into the Man's thoughts.  They were very chaotic, full of frustration.  With such a torrent, it should be easy to let a new thought flow into his consciousness.<br/><br/><em>See me</em>, he sent.<em>Look up and see me.  Talk to me.</em><br/><br/>He turned his head to the side and set the glass down, keeping a lone finger on the rim of the glass, as if bored.  Which, to be honest, had been true.  Up until now, that is.