Ryker did not hesitate for a moment when asked how he liked his steak prepared. “Rare, please. And a large glass of milk, as well.” The milk had been of his own preference, since Dante didn’t really care what he drank and Ryker just really liked milk. There was just something about the cool smoothness as it ran down his throat. It was a rather nice chaser for bloody steak, he had found.
While he waited for Noctavia to finish ordering, he leaned back in his chair, hooking his hands behind his head. Leaning back, he lifted his gaze to the ceiling, watching the way that the light reflected from the pool danced and shimmered across the white surface. It was a striking visual that, if he tried, Ryker was sure he could connect to life in some quirky philosophical statement, but he decided to forgo that, for now. Rather, he decided to simply sit and wait for this meal which, if it held with the same quality as the rest of the hotel, should prove to be quite delicious.
While he waited for Noctavia to finish ordering, he leaned back in his chair, hooking his hands behind his head. Leaning back, he lifted his gaze to the ceiling, watching the way that the light reflected from the pool danced and shimmered across the white surface. It was a striking visual that, if he tried, Ryker was sure he could connect to life in some quirky philosophical statement, but he decided to forgo that, for now. Rather, he decided to simply sit and wait for this meal which, if it held with the same quality as the rest of the hotel, should prove to be quite delicious.