It was. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was dreamy.

[Oh my god, Dist, that was so clever, he is a genius. But don't judge him too harshly - one can't be a true cacklingly evil villain without making the occasional terrible pun! At least this one didn't have anything to do with explosions.]

And I think dinner sounds good. A tad more romantic than dining on the cardboard from the mess hall, wouldn't you agree~?

[Dist's reaction to his (really incredibly chaste) kiss amuses him, the way he tenses up before allowing himself to relax. Going for his cheek had obviously been a very good decision - he can't imagine what sort of reaction he would have gotten if he'd try to kiss him properly. Although, the thought of said reaction does make it a very tempting thought...Dist really does make it far too easy...

...

...look, at least he isn't going to ditch you on an icy mountain and then have you arrested. Think of it that way.]

Besides - you can't get wine at the mess, and I think an occasion like this simply demands it.

[Wine, romance and evil science...what more could a villain want?]

I may have already made a reservation at our favourite one.

[Not that he was arrogant and cocky about this whole thing, or anything! The word you're looking for is confident.

Yes.]