By the time dessert plates were cleared, delicate pastries drizzled in chocolate and fruit that Lucas had declared "too pretty to eat" before promptly devouring it, Trevor rose from his chair with the same quiet grace that had carried him all evening.
Lucas leaned back, swirling the last of his wine in its glass, one brow arched. "What, you're done impressing me with portion sizes that barely count as food?"
Trevor's mouth curved, warm and unshaken. "Not quite. Come."
Lucas tilted his head, suspicion flickering in the green of his eyes, but he slipped his hand into Trevor's anyway, letting himself be guided past the dining hall and through a tall set of glass doors.
