The good captain pulls his spoon out of his mouth slowly, grinning like the devil he is. Dinner is officially a success with that look on Felix's face. He's careful not to get so much as a crumb on his nice suit as he moves to gather up the dishes--leaving Felix's of course, as he isn't done.

His earlier jitters have been buried under several glasses of wine, leaving Jim wholly confident that he is going to knock the socks and everything else off of Felix with his evening plans. Jim wanders back into the den to tend to the fire momentarily, as well as to put on a bit of Orion classical instrumentals. Jim figures any species that can ooze romance pheremones has to have good taste in romantic music.

Several pillows are set up on the floor in front of the couch, with a large comforter easily big enough for the both of them within reach. This is romantic right? Okay, sure this is leaning toward seduction but Felix has already proven he likes that sort of thing. Maybe it'll be touching. Who knows. Jim sure doesn't but he's willing to fake it.