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[Ooc| D: -chases after muse-]

Francis slowly nodded at that. Well, that made sense. It was a strange city in the polar bear's eyes, he assumed, and if he were to roam and get lost... poor Matthew would be so saddened! "Good thing you've left him somewhere safe, then." he murmured, lowering their joined hands to rest on the table comfortably.

"You know, after this dinner date," he gave a sly wink, "I'll want to stop by this hotel and give your little polar bear a hello." Really, he just wanted to go back to the hotel with his Matthew. But this was set up too perfectly. "Are you okay with that?"

A small smirk was allowed to shine through once the Canadian agreed. Francis noticed it had taken him a bit long to reply, and he had almost felt dejected at the thought that maybe Matthew didn't want him to come over. But once he'd finally answered he let out a small breath he didn't know he'd ben holding, and the smirk that appeared was all too devious.

"Bien," he cooed giving Matthew's hand a small, affectionate squeeze. Afterwards he slowly pulled his hand back, making sure to allow his fingers to linger and skim over the other's soft palm before completely pulling his hand away. After doing so, Francis took a look around, and just as his luck would have it, he saw one of the waitresses come up to them, plates on a tray and a fine bottle of wine neatly grasped with her other hand. Soon she was placing their respective dishes in front of them and putting the wine bottle in the middle, along with some fine cups. "Bon appetit," she exclaimed happily before scurrying along, and Francis was quick to fill up their wine glasses.

"To us," he winked, raising his glass ever so slightly so they could have a little mini-toast.

Francis smiled, tilting his glass forward a bit for the toast, the 'clink' sound of the glasses colliding being music to his ears. After he downed a bit of his wine, he went to his escargot, nimbly taking out the meat and leaving the shells off the side. It really was a delicacy, and he had no idea why foreigners didn't usually like it. They had no taste, he supposed.

"Good?" he inquired a while later, pushing off an empty snail shell to the side and now concentrating on the Canadian. So well-mannered and polite, much, much unlike his American brother. That boy was an insult to the word 'gentleman'. "And, dear, drink as much wine as you want. I'll be your designated driver so you needn't worry about having to drive home tipsy." he chuckled after that, finishing off his wine and pouring himself another glass. It was just that delicious.

"I'm glad you approve," Francis mused with a smile as he took a generous sip of his wine. He watched as the other refilled his cup and little mischievous thoughts danced through his head. Maybe, just maybe, if he got him tipsy enough, he could get him to open up more. He knew how reserved Matthew was, and he hoped a couple of glasses of wine could get him to lighten up, just for him.

He soon went back to his meal and, after finishing a few of the escargot snails, he paused in order to make conversation. "You know, I do not know if I said this earlier," he lowered his fork a bit and lazily moved it in a circle, as if referring to Matthew as a whole. "But you look dashing today. It's nice to see you dressed so nicely for a date." Wink.

Francis only laughed slightly. Just the way he stuttered and blushed when he was complimented- well, it was so darned cute. It was no wonder he enjoyed watching and praising the other as much as possible. He got such lovely reactions!

"Merci, my dear, but right now, we talk about you." he smiled faintly and reached a hand over to tuck one of those blonde hairs away from the other's face, back behind his ear. "And how amazing you look tonight." he could feel his own cheeks heating up as he trailed his hand back, and he knew very well that he almost never blushed!

"Is that so?" came Francis's interested tone of voice, and he chuckled a little. How simply adorable. Still, the other thought of others before himself. That, or he didn't want all the attention tonight. "Oh, d'accord. Let me think." he drank a bit of his wine and picked up the bottle to refill it a little, along with Matthew's glass. He made sure their fine glasses were filled about halfway before speaking.

"I've recently exited a recession, I've been meaning to write to you for a long time but never truly got around to it, Italy visited the other day and dragged Germany along- I don't understand how he can put up with him, but ... ah, cheri. C'est l'amour, non?" Francis glanced over and gave quite a genuine smile, one that wasn't just for show. It was a true and affectionate smile.

"I suppose it is true on what they say about opposites," Francis mused with a smile as he watched the wine in his glass, absentmindedly tilting his wrist and watching the red liquid swish around the glass. "How they attract so easily. Stoic to energetic. Stubborn to heroic. Shy to outspoken." he raised an eyebrow at the last comparison and looked over to Matthew, smiling. He somewhat hoped he'd dropped a hint with that, and if not- well, they still had the rest of the night.

"Don't you agree, Mathieu, mon ange?"