[Dorian did his best to just look like a pretty face unless someone asked his opinion, or he was trying to thwart some sort of callous plot or other, but he was observant, and he could tell Cisco wasn't his typical, casual self today.

And he's paying for dinner? Well, now. Oh, and there were the less-than-casual, frequent, glances toward the door, as well. Eyes narrowed slightly, Dorian took the seat offered by his new friend, one side of his mouth curled up in a slightly confused but questioning smirk. Whatever it was Cisco had actually wanted, he was certainly not accustomed to clandestine meetings to accomplish it and how flustered he was actually bordering on cute.]

By the look of it, I'd say you're the one who should have a drink, but if it's your tab we're running, yes. I'll have one of their finer vintages, something red.

[He settled into the chair, letting his hands fall to his lap as he continued to watch Cisco's nervous movements.]

Shall I wait for the wine to be served to ask who you're watching for, or should I act surprised?