[ Clay can be thick, but takes the hint at her attempt to escape, not even doing his usual ass-kissing (and, he reminds himself for his own sake, to keep control) offer to go get it for her. Quickly thinking, he tries to ensure that she will return and not run from the theater. The arm over her chair stays over her coat and he responds with a request. ]

Go now then; I think they stop adding to the ordering line once intermission is over.

[ He quirks a smile, knowing her even at this point to be capable of being… well, Cadence. She’s a horrific partner all things considered. And calling her that is in itself dicey. They’re on the books for dates but it’s hardly a relationship besides one for business besides that. ]

Can I trouble you for an old fashioned?