"Ah, you read me so well Pumpkin." He leans across the table to kiss her ever so sweetly, and taking the chance to bite her lips softly with out others noticing before he rose to head towards the gentlemen's room. As he walked towards the rear of the restaurant, Deadric ran over his tools for this kill. She sure as hell wasn't giving him an easy task, public killings were hard, they had to look like accidents, including to the target, with the variety of relatively inexpensive divinations available.<br/><br/>He finally settled on a special, one-shot needle. The medallion he kept under his shirt should prevent casual past-event scryings from spotting him here, but even so he was very discrete and careful with his motions, waiting for the right moment to flick his wrist as the two of them passed each other. There was a slight glimmer and sting, but there was no sign of the needle any more, it had melted instantly into its target's flesh, where it would slowly transform into poison as it's enchantment faded, leaving no trace of magical residue.<br/><br/>Deadric finished his business in the men's room, washed up and made his way back to their table. "All done lovey. So much better." He leaned close to kiss Bethany upon the cheek, and murmured against her skin. "Give it about 10 minutes more." Which was all an experienced woman like her should need to figure out that he had used poison of some sort.