B-409: Zarg’s World, Downport, Restricted Environ, Prandial
His eyes flick down at the movement and he makes no effort to hide his surveillance; he begins his reply before looking up.
“I doubt this is any different to anywhere else, I’m sure the same maneuvering exists from Four-Three,” he meets her gaze, “to Zargonia.”
Their mains arrive and the server wants to know if they would like drink refills.
She holds his gaze confidently; utterly unfazed by his cataloguing her assets.
She will look at him after the waiter’s query.
“Any recommendations to go with the spatchcock?”
Her eyes are faux innocent.