Yep, the guy that stripped in art class in a fit of adoration for his Ivan. But let's not talk about that, now that he was feeling that overwhelming adoration misplaced.

A distant growl: "Don't be long."

(And Mac got his assets checked out. The old man was semi-flirtatious through bitterness; guess he could give the school's offerings another look.)

...

Hn?

Oh, he was back again. He curtly slipped the menu away from Mac's hands and took his time.

"Good boy. So prompt of you." His normally gruff snarl was unusually velvety. "Now, will what I order float?"