Samuel sniggered when his hand was moved away from Dreki's thigh (cock) and he smirked. For some reason, every time the mortal was forthright, it impressed him anew. Probably because he was usually so demure, with the added appearance of helplessness due to his vision impairment. Helpless Dreki was not, however, and every time Sam witnessed it, he just found it hotter. The eagerness he displayed in wrapping up the eating portion of their evening was equally as astonishing.
"You don't want dessert?" he teased but the bill was being delivered faster than a fledgeling vampire drank, which only made him chuckle. Samuel swiped a hand through his hair as he was asked about his driving, his lips twisting with calculation as the two halves of his hair fanned over his forehead, towards his eyes. He saw the challenge Dreki was laying down and felt he was more than up to the task of resistance (even though the thrill of the unknown sent a shot of lust straight to his groin). "I am a flawless driver," he boasted, taking a haughty sip from his glass. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was the last in the glass. "I'm sure you won't be able to distract me."
When Dreki said that he'd be able to wait for Sam to finish drinking, he laughed appreciatively, enjoying the mortal's humour immensely. He watched the blonde thoughtfully, looking at him in the beautiful surrounds of the restaurant and feeling slightly guilty that he hadn't made a bigger deal of everything. It felt like they'd come in, ordered a meal, had a heavy conversation and were leaving without savouring any of it. He was glad he hadn't said anything - not to mention mildly embarrassed - when he realised that a lot of Echelon's appeal lay in the view. Something his blind companion didn't give two whits about.
"Of course," he agreed to help Dreki out with the bill, leaning forward to look at it. "The total cost was sixty-two dollars and thirty-five cents - your salmon was just over forty and my blood just under twenty - and, if I may be so bold, the tip line's here and the signature line's here," he said, lifting Dreki's hand and directing it to the appropriate spots. "Where my fingers are." He leant around, his first two fingers remaining at the starting points of both the lines to further guide Dreki's writing. After a brief hesitation, he even went so far as to place the pen in the mortal's hand to assist him.
He'd happily have paid but also wasn't going to insult his date by treating him as incapable.