The dissonance that hits his brain when hearing Fever described as only a little bit menacing makes his heart skip a beat, but he recovers with grace. "Oh, yeah, Fever's the kind of friend you could call for help any time of the day and she'd be there no questions asked. Well, except for who's ass she needs to kick. I'm so glad you two are so close, too. I'd trust her with my life." And she trusted him with her history.

"My pleasure, beautiful."

He takes her on his arm to a table in the back that's a little darker and intimately lit by candlelight. And he pulls out all the stops, pulling her chair out for her and then helping her get seated at the table. He even unfolds her napkin for her and gently places it around her neck for a bib.

"You wouldn't happen to be familiar with Lady and the Tramp? I'm thinking of ordering spaghetti."