Cyrus says to Gil, "So, you got caught in Dinah's net, too? My condolences."
Anae shifts the angle of the chair she's chosen slightly to better fit her needs. She sits, weight balanced easily but as if movement is something to be expected in the near future. Gray eyes very likely meet Dinah's impassively.
Gil says, "Oh, yes. Repeatedly. You'd think I'd learn."
Cyrus raises his glass, "We have that in common." He thinks for a few seconds, "I'm not sure if it's stubbornness, stupidity, or something else but it's probably best not to look too deep."
Gil says, "Charm, I think. And hormones."
Cyrus laughs, "I'll drink to that." And he does.
Gil says, "Plus, you know, she's got that grin."
Dinah smirks a little at the conversation between the two men. She shakes her head, glances back to Anae, and then Gil. She turns that grin on the man. Any demon would be envious of such a grin.
Gil says, "And that thing she does with her hips."
Cyrus grimaces, "I know." He looks like he's been punched in the chest. "Eh," he says. "What's a guy to do?"
Anae's brow raises but she turns to the side as some passing by the table apparently takes her attention for some reason. There after, her gaze is more impartial upon the room in general. She reaches into her jacket to take out a silver flask which she seems to prefer at the moment as opposed to ordering anything else.
Dinah tsks at Gil. "I am not doing that thing with my hips here. Unless you two are itching for a bit of a brawl, that is. I just bought this shirt, I don't want to get blood on it just yet."
Gil grins. Smirks, morelike.
Cyrus holds up his hands, "I'd prefer to finish my meal." He puts a big slice of fish on his plate.
Anae takes a drink and the flask disappears again. Still, when a rather surly looking fellow approaches, more than likely to ask for an order, she does indeed ask for something. She gets a skeptical look and a snort in response. The fellow turns away to shout into the back.
Dinah smiles. "Good," she drawls out. "So. You two boys have plans for...two days from now?" She leans back in her chair, relaxed.
Gil says, "I have a feeling I might, now."
Cyrus turns to Dinah and says, "Oh, no. I'm not falling into that trap again. The last time I said, 'no, I'm free' I woke up three days later with no eyebrows and a tattoo."
Dinah replies, sweetly, "The eyebrows grew back, though. I could've done worse."
Gil says, "What was the tat?"
Cyrus mutters, "Butterfly."
Gil says, "Where?"
Cyrus answers, "Gone."
Cyrus is very tanned but a blush makes itself shown across his face.
Gil says, "Ah, on your foot, then?"
Dinah looks absolutely hurt towards Cyrus. She hrmphs softly, and downs her glass of wine.
Cyrus grumbles, "Yeah, foot. That's it."