"I don't date." Well. He had just called this boy his date, but it wasn't as if that was real. Or as if anything was, really. He was very aware at how many people were in this place now and he stared liking it less, so he gave a simple instruction to the patrons of the restaurant. "Get out!"

They all did, leaving only the waiters and Bill. Barty snapped his fingers and they were getting the menus. Excellent service, admittedly. "Get us whatever is best." He didn't feel like deciding. "Your most expensive wine too. And whatever he wants."

He indicated Bill and tried not to think about the answers to those questions he'd asked.