Squall looked around the restaurant, eyebrows raised high as he took in all of his surroundings. Seifer just leaned back into his chair with a cocky smile and watched him.
"Is this... supposed to be a 'date'?" Squall said at last; hardly any inflection colored his tone, but there was a distinct distasteful bite to the word 'date'.
Seifer just laughed out loud and took Squall's hand from across the table and held onto it.
"You're not getting out of this one," he murmured softly. "I told you I wanted something intangible for my birthday." The gleam in his eyes was positively wicked.
"I thought you meant sex," Squall pouted- or at least as near a pout as Squall Leonhart ever got. Seifer wished he had a camera for this moment.