"The sushi place has a pretty good one," Faolan says, after a moment's thought. "In the shopping centre. Though... We could even have it delivered, if you'd rather." It'd probably be easier than braving Westfield after all, coming up on peak shopping hour on a Friday night.

He tilts his head slightly, carefully watching the other man's expression as he does. The way he leans back in his seat, the way he keeps looking out the window himself. "We don't... Have to go back to mine if you don't want," he offers quietly, after a moment. His eyes dark and searching as he speaks. "I could have the driver turn around, you know. Take you home. Try something else, another night perhaps..." He doesn't want to force an evening on the other man after all.