"That was not neccessary," Mitsuhide said softly, taking the offered seat nonetheless. "I am sure I could have pulled it out myself."

He smiled, folded his hands in his lap and looked around. This table really was tucked away; nobody would be able to see either of them without walking past. Perfect. Mitsuhide appreciated his privacy in general, but especially so when it came to his and Motochika's relationship.

Their intimate moments, regardless of the kind of intimacy, were for them and them alone.

"This is a good place for a 'date,' my Lord."