The change of conversation settled down Tom's thoughts as well, and it also helped that, with Lila speaking, he could sit, with beer glass at his lips, and eyes just barely visible over the rim, and listen, without having to utter a word. Which is exactly what he did for the few minutes until their meals arrived; his silence only broken by the occasional grunt of encouragement for her to continue, and forced laughs. Whether his wife had noted the tone that had accompanied his comment about hiking up her dress and fucking her on the table, the Detective wasn't certain, but he couldn't forget the images it had brought to mind. Simultaneously, he attempted to fight them, and keep the date as he'd intended it to be. A romantic dinner between a…