I thought I might take you home and be a complete gentleman for the rest of the evening, but if you have other plans for me, I won't object.

[There's a moment of well-disguised panic, because he hadn't actually anticipated after dinner. This entire affair -- despite going off without a hitch -- hadn't exactly been planned in advance. It was a whim in the morning that blossomed into overly-confident folly, and part of Trevor hadn't expected Adrian to agree to it. He'd been so concerned about the reservations and securing Adrian's approval, he never considered the after.

Ice cream? A nice walk? What?]

What would you like to do?