As they ate, Felix seemed to be leaning nearer and nearer Jack, perhaps without even fully realizing it. When Jack playfully dipped into his little bowl of soy, Felix caught the hint of a scent he couldn't begin to describe. He found himself wanting to lean in and steal a taste of Jack's skin... and that was quite unlike him, in a public place. If it was the plum wine making him feel a little bit heady, then Felix wanted more. He refilled his glass, and Jack's, and leaned just a touch closer. "Shall I call a car for us, dear Captain? Or do you have a more private mode of conveyance?"