An' I am--

#Me.#Rose you’re my favvorite.

Ugh why did he let his temper get the better of him. “It is not, actually.”

Ryker wasn't answering anymore. Honestly he was hardly even interested in the waitress himself; he was simply conversing. He knew it was rude to ask, and he had no intention of doing so. Doesn't mean he wasn't going to at least pretend to be watching her or otherwise.

Davara raises a brow, a chill passing over the room. A quick flicker from brown to bright purple, the teeth chewing on his lip far sharper than they should be. Above all things, he is very much a lion hiding in the clothing of an overly friendly goat. 

There was a snort at the mention of stopping. "Easy for you to say," and he was going to say no more on the matter. He would be baring sharp teeth yet he was not going to bother dropping part of his glamour to do so. Davara had set him on edge with that little threat now; this was not what he had come to meet up with his friend for. Nor was he really wanting to talk about this.

Edgy too. All right then. Davara sizes him up over small sips of coffee, picking at his muffin idly. He sets it in the middle so Ryker could take a piece if he wanted.”I know you have, which is what am worried about, kardes.”

The muffin was paid little mind. He would glance down at the it once and then it wouldn't be looking at it anymore. None meats were not his favorite; it was all Davara's. But after the last comment he had a sinking feeling it might be part of a test. Well, what test really. Davara had called him out, and the draugr's lips were pressing into a thin line now. He didn't have any snark for that.

He notes the fidgeting, and wonders at it. Excess energy or nerves? There’s no way of telling. Well he could if he wanted to but he’d rather not push. This is delicate to begin with. He shrugs, folding the paper and stuffing it into his suitcase, which had hastily been grabbed from his office before appearing here. 

He just wanted his water. He could idly toy with the glass if that would just come. Sigh.

Davara is always formal, his suit a little rumpled around the middle from getting up and down during court. Today’s battles seem to be a bit wearing. Or perhaps it was the worry he carried for his friend. Squared off reading glasses perch on his nose, his ever present newspaper set to the side when Ryker sits down.

A glance up at the woman that had come to take their order. Ryker would pause, mulling it over before he would just cave and order a water. Just a water and nothing else for the blonde haired man. "Thanks," he was going to smile as the woman wandered off to fill their orders before he would turn his attention back towards his handsome friend.

A good question, this. 

Yeah I guess so. See you there.

I figure as much. Home sound lovely.

I suppose.

Busy an' comin' on here took far too much effort.