"fur collar?" he lifted a brow, "like ransom? you use antiquated terms dear dog of mine, you must speak plainer so i can understand you" lightly he moved his hand over one fabric covered thigh, "sexier than your crazy convert talk though"

One hand covered the pale fingers that had reached out for his thigh, the other gracefully moved till it was on the side of Ambrosia's face. "Excuse me, I guess it is called white collar crimes." He pinched the side of Ambrosia's face. "No one is beyond saving, except those who choose to be damned." Galvin arched upwards running his tongue along Ambrosia's neck. "I will save you."

he sighed softly. "you lie to me pyce, you are as damning as anything the worst sinner could imagine and you enjoy it"

He snorted, "you are suppose to resist temptation." He bit down a little into the flesh with his front teeth before sucking along the area.

"i was wrong, maybe your religious babbling is sexy too, fuck you could probably sell dying men retirement homes if you did it like this..." shifting his hand he ran it along the inside of pyce's thigh before moving to pop the seatbelt free. "if you think you can convert me little heretic priest i am willing to listen"

Galvin grinned. "Then let he who is with out sin cast the first stone." He decided given on his previous times in the car, to let his mouth do the converting this time. He nudged his dog away from the man finding his way to the treasure he sought.

as he ran his hand through dark brown curly locks he came to an understanding and was not going to lie, this was slowly becoming his favorite car by association with galvin pyce as was the green apartment, and saterdays. he tightened his fingers into a grip when they moved over a bump in the road and mischievous eyes only offered him a glance before closing again. he loosened his fingers back to a stroke. he didn't mind the car thing so much really

The road bump was a new learning experience for him. It taught Galvin that he need not be so bashful with Ambrosia. Once he was finished he swallowed, and what he could not, he politely cleaned with a hankerchief. He noticed they were stationary outside a restaurant. The looming smell of sea food make his stomach growl.

the restaurant looked cheap and tacky and made him think of children. narrowing his eyes he didn't even bother with the driver yet and flipping his phone began lamenting about being sent to the ninth circle of ocean-side hell. when he finally hung up it was to one less member of staff and turning his sights on the maybach he nearly fired him as well and only the admittance that it was his regular weekend driver spared him. he turned back towards the restaurant. so help him this would not happen again

The entire exchange was mostly missed by Galvin and his dog. Since they were stationary he decided to take Agamemnon for yet another walk since the poor creature had been locked in the car with out fresh air. The entire restaurant reeked of fish, loud music and a general air of good fellowship. It translated to Galvin as, finger food with out manners and most likely his parents would not see him. When he turned to the car, Ambrosia was done chewing the person out of on the phone and his driver was apologizing clamoring about it not being his fault. Galvin leaned into the window. “What is the hold up? Dinner did not get erased off my list yet.”

he didn't look back though he spoke up so the other could hear him as he made his way to the entrance, "put on your rain-boots because someone said this was the best 'eatin digs' within ten miles of your fucking carnival"

Galvin just stopped and laughed. "Tell them I said thank you. I enjoy anything that is finger licking good." He was about to make a provocative gesture when a small person rushed past him out the door followed by a disheartened father trying to catch him.

only instinct saved him from touching the nasty little thing and he stared at the two retreating backs unhappily. "i detest children, they are gross and loud and rude"

"Then we can ask for a table in a private area away from the families." He said. "I like it, this place has a certain charm." He held the door open for the other to pass and they stood. He was secretly amused watching the other grow antsy each moment they waited for a table.

he tried but even money could not get them a way from the noise and filth of communal eating with the urchins and fat mothers and disgusting balding fathers entirely. only being segregated to an off-section with half-walls and a happy looking galvin kept him from leaving though it did nothing for his poor mood

The waitress was pretty snappy and surprised when she saw just two men instead of what the room usually housed. Galvin quickly looked over the menu. He ordered a few appetizers for them to share and finally the main course. Galvin looked to the other to see what he wanted but simply copied his order. He shook his head. "Haven't you eaten sea food before?"