— tell you to finish your dinner before pleading for dessert?" he inquires teasingly, letting go of ҡıʟʟy.'s palms to gesture —

— towards the food before them. He spares ҡıʟʟy. a knowing glance before casually popping a few of the crunchy French fries into —

The corners of David's mouth perk up when ҡıʟʟy. refers to him as 'babe.' He cannot help but gaze at the pirate dotingly, noting ––

–– his handsome grin. David leans closer over the table, avoiding the French fries to gain a better gaze at ҡıʟʟy.'s lips while ––

–– he talks. "Hook or not, ҡıʟʟy., I'll always be there to give you what you want and more," he replies wittily, cyan hues ––

–– meeting ҡıʟʟy.'s. "Now... What exactly do you want?" he inquires, subtly nudging Killian's boot with his own under the ––

–– table, "And be /specific./" Although ҡıʟʟy. is usually the first to incite what some would call 'erratic behavior,' David ––

–– slowly along ҡıʟʟy.'s clothed ankle. All the while, he maintains a composed countenance and fixation on the man across from him.

Icy blue irises dart between ҡıʟʟy.'s enticing gaze and the shiny, linoleum surface of their table underneath their connected ––

–– hands. Pearly whites sink into the plushness of his bottom lip as ҡıʟʟy. elaborates on his explicit desires for later that ––

–– shoe so that he can slide against Killian's calves more freely. "I can't wait much longer for later, ҡıʟʟy.," he replies ––

–– ҡıʟʟy.'s leather trousers. All the while, David expertly preserves a composed countenance, so as not to attract attention. ––

–– The former prince follows ҡıʟʟy.'s suit, indulging himself another few of the savory treats before them.

David's sly smirk easily turns into a grin spanning ear to ear when ҡıʟʟy. beckons Granny over for a check. The former prince ––

–– leaving. "Hey, ҡıʟʟy., I'm paying tonight," the sheriff insists courteously, pulling out a leather wallet from the pocket ––

–– gaze at ҡıʟʟy.. "Lead the way, Captain," he says, a benevolent simper on rosy brims when he tilts his head toward the exit.

Almost reflexively, the sheriff leans into ҡıʟʟy.'s familiar touch, more than satisfied by his pirate's obvious affection. A ––

–– soft chuckle causes the man's brims to turn upward as he walks along the pavement with ҡıʟʟy.. "Do you blame me for being ––

–– so eager, ҡıʟʟy.?" David teases playfully, snaking a robust arm around the Captain's waist to hold him closer in the cold. ––

–– An arched brow emphasizes David's coy curiosity as he gazes at ҡıʟʟy., one hand resting firmly on his side.