[ He cocks his head to the side and considers his options here. Because he's half tempted to lean across the table and test that theory. But when he does, he'd prefer it not to be in the middle of a crowded restaurant. No matter how good the food is.

Which is why, after a moment, he slides his fingers up a leather-clade shin again and arches an eyebrow. ]

Oh, trust me, my imagination is very healthy. Certainly enough to think up a better form of entertainment. And while I'll be thrilled to find out, I think I'd prefer it to be without an audience. Or the chance to be interrupted. So I suppose I will continue to suffer the anticipation. At least until you've eaten your fill.