There was a moment where Xander, once again, wondered if he overstepped. The familiarity he felt with Viktor may have muddled his mind and he read the situation wrong and —

Oh. Nevermind. Their arms were linked now, and Xander felt his heart race with excitement. He took a breath and moved forward, the dryad serving as their chauffeur kindly opening the door for them. Xander shifted for Viktor to enter first, then followed after. Luckily, it was only one step up, so it wouldn't cause them too much grief.

"You do like wine, yes?" He asked as they settled onto the cushioned benches. He should have asked sooner.