Well, he's had seventeen years to know exactly how to tease, torment and otherwise embarrass her. A talent that has been developed and nurtured, and will continue to be expanded until the day he dies. Besides, he can't help but take advantage of those delicate sensibilities, particularly when he has absolutely none of his own.
It's just a survival lesson, really. The more of his teasing she's able to survive, the thicker a skin she'll grow. She should thank him.
"Oh," he offers a sly smile, lifting his drink to his lips, "the kind of circumstances where two people trust each other a great deal. But it's not really restaurant conversation, darling girl." And other, more horrible circumstances, but she doesn't need to know about those.
Also not really restaurant conversation, nor restaurant behavior, that foot, and he exhales into his glass, his jaw clenching and clenching while his eyes never leave her. "You do have a way of taking it right out of me, babydoll, I'll give you that."
So now he can't stay at his own hotel! Technically he's not crazed, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Richard cracks up, lowering his glass and shaking his head as he slides through more screens on his phone. "I promise to make sure that the Bates family doesn't own any place we stay at."
While the camera application loads, he speaks without looking up. "I hope your steak isn't filling you up too much. It'd be a shame if you didn't have any room." It's about then that the restaurant lights dim, and Richard glances up with an evil grin, hitting the 'record' button on the screen and lifting his phone while all the servers march out en masse, chanting their public domain edition of 'happy birthday' and clapping in time like a group of inbred monsters ready to perform their annual human sacrifice. Somehow the gigantic slice of chocolate cake with the sparkler in it in lieu of candles only adds to the effect, and Richard struggles to keep from laughing too hard, intent on keeping the camera straight to capture Salome's every reaction.
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It's just a survival lesson, really. The more of his teasing she's able to survive, the thicker a skin she'll grow. She should thank him.
"Oh," he offers a sly smile, lifting his drink to his lips, "the kind of circumstances where two people trust each other a great deal. But it's not really restaurant conversation, darling girl." And other, more horrible circumstances, but she doesn't need to know about those.
Also not really restaurant conversation, nor restaurant behavior, that foot, and he exhales into his glass, his jaw clenching and clenching while his eyes never leave her. "You do have a way of taking it right out of me, babydoll, I'll give you that."
So now he can't stay at his own hotel! Technically he's not crazed, but still, it's the principle of the thing. Richard cracks up, lowering his glass and shaking his head as he slides through more screens on his phone. "I promise to make sure that the Bates family doesn't own any place we stay at."
While the camera application loads, he speaks without looking up. "I hope your steak isn't filling you up too much. It'd be a shame if you didn't have any room." It's about then that the restaurant lights dim, and Richard glances up with an evil grin, hitting the 'record' button on the screen and lifting his phone while all the servers march out en masse, chanting their public domain edition of 'happy birthday' and clapping in time like a group of inbred monsters ready to perform their annual human sacrifice. Somehow the gigantic slice of chocolate cake with the sparkler in it in lieu of candles only adds to the effect, and Richard struggles to keep from laughing too hard, intent on keeping the camera straight to capture Salome's every reaction.
They're coming to get you, Bar-- er, Salome.