He watched Cymi leave, feeling Syr squeeze his hand, then he glanced over at her when she pulled her hand away, a smile on his lips when he looked at her. "Of course. Unless you'd rather stand the whole time," he said with a teasing laugh. He pressed his free hand to her lower back and guided her out of the kitchen and back over to the booth where they had sat earlier that day. He sat and took her hand, pulling her gently down beside him before scooting over a little to give her room. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?" he asked, looking at her curiously. He took a slow drink of his ambrosia, now down to half a glass. No matter how many times he had it, it was still the best thing he'd ever had. He'd never get sick of it.