[Trevor adjusts in the seat to extend his other wrist toward Adrian. Perhaps it's not entirely necessary to rest his other hand on Adrian's knee, but he does it anyway. It's subtle affection, not enough to draw their driver's attention, but moreover, Trevor's testing the waters. For all their past intimacy, this will be the first time they've graced a public venue in any kind of romantic capacity. They should probably understand where their lines are drawn.

Belatedly, it occurs to Trevor that maybe boundaries should have been established before they left the house.]

About ten minutes. It will probably depend on traffic. You'll like it, I think. There's supposedly a live string quartet.

[Trevor casts Adrian a sidelong glance, then focuses his attention on the dhampir's hands instead.]

Anything I should know before we arrive? [Trevor's lowered his voice, gone a bit somber.] Limitations on hand-holding? Dancing? Anything you'd find distasteful in public?

[For all his false bravado, Trevor almost seems nervous tonight.]