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"Right," Arthur said, authoratively. "I'll order for us."

Ariadne swallowed. She felt slightly unsure. In her dream, Arthur was polite, chivalrous. This one appeared to be slightly more domineering.

"All right," she said, meekly. As the words left her mouth, a waiter appeared, so smoothly it was as though he were on rollers. "May I take your order?"

"Of course," Arthur said, smoothly. "Could I please have a steak, rare, with the chef's salad, and the salmon en croute for my companion."

Ariadne blushed. Companion? She picked up her water glass, and took a sip. He handed back the menu. "And a bottle of Merlot, please."

The waiter nodded, and withdrew. Ariadne stared at her plate.

"So," Arthur said, casually. "Take off your jacket."

She blinked. She was still wearing a light jacket over her top. She began to peel it off, and he nodded, appreciatively. "Very nice."

She took another sip of water. Arthur raised his eyebrows. "Are you allright?" he asked, courteously.

"Yes, thank you." She was beginning to feel out of her depth. The previous night, she had felt a sense of power over this man. Now, he was the one who was in charge, and she was unsure as to whether she was nervous - or enjoying it.

"You look lovely," he said, reaching over, and touching her hand.

"I'm not that dressed up," she faltered.

"You don't need to be."

She cast a look round the room. Several of the other women were dressed immaculately, in expensive evening wear. She swallowed, suddenly feeling too casual, too flighty.

Suddenly, Arthur looked at her. "Quick, give me a kiss."

She blinked. "What-oh!" His lips pressed onto hers, as he leaned across the table. As their lips met briefly, he gently caressed her hand. She sat down, feeling slightly dazed.

He had tricked her. Stolen a kiss. Again. Feeling slightly foolish, she glared at him. He reached for his wine glass and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"I'm not a toy," she said, angrily.

"I never said you were." He shook his head. "Don't misjudge me, Ariadne."

She fell silent, as their food appeared. The waiter carefully and slightly self-consciously set their food down in front of them. Ariadne blinked, and looked down at the plate.

"It looks wonderful," Arthur said, appreciatively.

Ariadne nodded. "Yes."

Picking up his cutlery, Arthur began to cut into his steak, the meat tearing, and oozing. Ariadne looked at it. Arthur looked up.

"Ariadne, please eat," he said, softly. "You need to."

She swallowed. "Its just-"

"Just what?"

"I'm not in the mood for salmon."

He looked at her, his brow creasing. "What?"

"I-" She leaned forward, her lips quirking. Arthur was looking discomfitted. "I prefer...meat."

He narrowed his eyes. "Meaning?"

She casually looked at him. "Meaning..."

Before he could move, she had disappeared under the table.

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