He laughs again, another slight flush coloring his ears. He knows, of course, that she loves Italian - he knows that he's seen her scarf down even the most faux-talian stuff they bring in the station. And he also knows that Raphael's has the best selection of warm red wine in the county.

"I saw a lot of things," he murmurs, stealing another glance. "I might have been distracted that night."