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As Brad changed his appearance and lectured Coyote, the younger man grimaced and kept his eyes on his shoes, looking like a student getting a scolding from his teacher. "Sorry Brad I didn't mean to upset you, I wasn't really that serious, I just have an odd sense of humour... And for the record you of all people don't have to dress up to impress me. Also if you're taking notes, I know you want to go slow with this relationship, but putting the mental image of you running about near naked doesn't help me restrain myself." finally coyote looked up and took a moment to admire the changes Brad had made ot his look, then met Brads eyes and gave him a lopsided grin. "If it's any consolation I think this look suits you a lot better anyway."

Coyote was quiet as they went into the restaurant, looking around and admiring the interior as he followed Brad and Aldo to the table. Sitting down Coyote took off his jacket and rested his elbows on the table as he propped his head in his hands. Coyote completely ignored the menu as he watched Brad get settled into his seat and after a moment spoke with a cautious tone. "So tell me, how should I address you? Mr. Brad Lee or Signor Falcone? I'm begining to regret not peeking at your record back at the club..."

Thinking about it for a moment Coyote shrugged and leaned back in his seat. "I guess I never thought about it, people are allowed to marry outside of their nationality, so for all I knew your mother was Italian and your father American? In truth it never even dawned on me that Lee might not be Italian, I've never been to that country or anything like that, so I've no idea what a proper Italian name might be. If you want me to call you Brad that's fine, I'll forget I ever heard Falcone if you'd rather that secret remain untouched for now. After all, you don't think my parents actually christened me Coyote do you? Unless you thought I was a Native American?" Coyote let out a short chuckle as he crossed his arms and shook his head, he off all people could understand people choosing aliases, though he suspected Brads motivations were rather different to his own.

When Brad offered to answer any question he was asked, Coyote got a thoughtful look, tilting his head back he starred up at teh ceiling for a while. "Hmmm... what to ask our tall dark and mysterious Host? It's not like I have a handy list of things I wanted to know about you." Coyote was silent a little longer tehn returned his gaze to Brad, his face carrying a slightly sinister grin. "I find myself caught between something naughty, like asking if you're a brief or boxers man, or something more innocent like your favourite colour? I'll need to think a little more on it... As for ordering go right ahead, just nothing with too much onion in it."

Hearing Brad order the drinks caused Coyote to quirk an eyebrow at his about turn. "I thought you said you didn't want to drink tonight? Hmmm... Should I take that to mean you're comfortable enough around me to let yourself have a few drinks or does it mean that you've already decided the only way you can get through the night with me is by dulling the experience with alcohol?" Coyote put on his best smile, hoping Brad would realise it was just a joke, rather than any criticism.

Waiting for the waiter to return, Coyote took one of the sticks and chewed on the end as he considered his next question. "Not bad, not sure if it's the best bread stick I've ever had but it certainly is good. But what else do I want to ask you... I've got so many questions but I'm not sure which to ask next. I'll keep things simple for now, like how are you finding it at the club? Settling in alright, getting along with everybody, that sort of thing?"

Much to his annoyance, Coyote found his face reddening slightly after the brief touch and as Brad took back his hand Coyote glared through narrowed eyes as his lips contorted somewhere between a grin and a scowl. "You sir, are an evil flirt.."

Giving his head a quick shake, Coyote sighed as he regained some of his composer and watched Brads face. "Actually given how little time I spend in the club when the rest of you are around, I'm generally oblivious to whats going on between people. I was under the impression you were rather popular with everybody. But you're right, it is their lose and my gain, it just means I have less competition." Coyote smiled broadly in an effort to lighten the mood a little more and then slid along the couch of the booth, so he was sitting closer to Brad.

"From New York? Erm.. Yes and No. I was born here but my parents moved away to California when I was fourteen. I only moved back here a little more than a year ago. What about you? Have you been living in America long or did your parents emigrate?"

((EDITED: Counts his lucky stars he got to edit his craptastic ols post before Chrys responded... ))

Coyote grimaced a little when he heard Brads parents were dead, leaning closer to Brad he placed a hand on Brads arm in a comforting gesture as he offered his condolences. "Sorry Brad, I hope I didn't reopen any old wounds... " Coyote tried to hide his embarrassment at the blunder by giving his attention to the drinks, picking his up he gave it a slight swirl as he looked at its colour before taking a sip, savouring the taste while Brad ordered their food.

"This drink isn't bad, but if you're ordering me drinks in the future I prefer Vodka and Cranberry juice... Or just Vodka will do. Although I would have expected you to order some kind of wine in here?" It was obvious from his tone that Coyote didn't really care about the drinks and was content with what he had. Taking up another bread stick Coyote took a few slow bites out of it as he talked with Brad. "So enough about the past how about the present? When you aren't wooing customers with your debonair charms what do you like to do to relax?"

As he listened to Brad, Coyote got a thoughtful look on his face, as he did he leaned back against the arm around his shoulder. "So you do this freelance job more for the love of the work rather than for a living? I suppose I can understand that, I've always liked maths and enjoyed working with numbers. Not sure I love maths enough that I'd like to spend my free time solving quadratic equations though... What exactly is this other job, you love so much?" While a workaholic wasn't a bad thing, in fact Coyote had been accused of being one on more than a few occasions, but a man that dedicated to his work might not spare much time for other pursuits like romance or relationships. Coyote wanted to see if he might have another competitor for Brads affections.

Coyotes first response to Brads question was a short glare, after which Coyote edge a little closer in the seat to Brad, rubbing his shoulder against the older mans. Rising slightly from his seat Coyote starred intently at Brads features for a moment before sitting back down and crossing his arms. "I'm sitting about as close to you as I can while remaining publicly decent, but I still can't spot any crows feet, grey hairs or liver spots, so stop it with this old man nonsense. If it's an effort to put off my affections it won't work and if it's some kind of personal issue, get over it." Coyote glanced at Brad out of the corner of his eye then turned to face him directly his tone one of mock indignation. "Besides if I conceded that you're an old man and a relationship grows between us, that would make me your 'toy boy'. And I am no one's toy boy." Letting a smile curl his lips Coyote playfully poked Brads side. "Understand, 'young man' ?"

That matter off his chest, Coyote took another sip from his glass and leaned back, taking advantage of the fact he'd moved closer to Brad to lean his head against his dates chest. "As for what I like to do in my free time, besides asking out handsome, athletic, young men. I like to go swimming, it's one of the things I miss about the beaches in California, a chlorinated swimming pool just isn't the same. I also like art, I've no talent myself, but now and then I like to go to museums and exhibitions and admires the work of others."

Feeling Brads fingers in his hair, Coyote turned his head towards the touch. An architect? Really? I never would have expected any of the hosts at Searans to live double lives as architects. We'll have to go for a walk around town some day and you can show off all your masterpieces. I suppose the construction work is how you got such a rugged physique and calloused hands?" Coyote took another sip from his drink and let his eyes drift half closed, despite it being a public place the booth offered a sense of privacy that let Coyote relax against Brad.

"It's hard for me to compare New York with California, I had very different life styles between New York and Los Angeles. Growing up here I went to private schools, lived in one of the 'well to do' neighbourhoods and well my parents were snobs, or at least snob wannabes.... Which meant they lived beyond their means so to speak and that bit them in the butt one day and they were forced to rein in their finances. Rather than face the 'shame' of it all, my mother had us move to the far side of the country to avoid the embarrassment of her meeting any of her old friends. Over in Los Angeles we lived in a relatively nice suburb, if in a smaller house, I went to a public school and was generally a lot happier, even if things were... a bit rougher. I missed some of the perks of our old life but it was living in Los Angeles that made me who I am today." Moving to take another sip from his drink Coyote realised he was holding an empty glass, frowning at it a moment he set it back down on the table before leaning back against Brad and casually resting a hand on the taller mans knee. "What about you? What was it like growing up in Italy?"