[ Blake waits until they are led to the table, a smile still on his lips when he takes in the table. It's private, which is nice for a variety of reasons -- Blake isn't as private as he is fully out of necessity but also intensely valuing it as well. Blake settles comfortably at the table, a quick cursory glance at their surroundings only further confirming that the restaurant is both nice and that their table is secluded. ]

I think that if the staff weren't allowed to drink we would all fall off the deep end. [ It's a mild joke and he actually tends to drinking coffee at all hours of the day but a glass of wine or two never harmed anyone. ]

I couldn't possibly turn you down.