Normally Amber would object to her date paying for her half of the meal, but she'd already agreed to let him treat her. Given the fact he'd gotten that money partially thanks to her job performance-- good yet not enough to outrank the others significantly-- it was more than fair he shared the bounty. Though, wrinkling her nose when Eric didn't wait for the change, he shouldn't have shared that bounty so generously with the staff. It bothered her, like rain on a planned outing, to not get his (and therefore her) money's worth. It wouldn't be wise to aggravate the waiter, though, not when he could report them to a superior or the police, so she left the crisp bills undisturbed.

More chivalry awaited her, with Eric taking her coat and holding it up, eyebrow raised expectantly. God, was he still doing that? "You know, if you're doing that just to get laid, it's pointless." Though Amber tried to sound stern, she couldn't help an amused twitch of her mouth, oddly flattered. Any other guy, and it'd just be annoying and trite. But this wasn't any other guy. This was Eric, showering her with attention. "You've already got me bagged, to mix my metaphors."

With a regal chin raise, to remind him and let everyone else know she could dress herself without aid, Amber slipped into the sleeves her coat, the material rustling as she did so. From there, it was just a step backwards to stand beside him, the perfect place for her to wrap an arm around his back, fingers grazing lightly as she did so. Winking, "Here's the last, G-rated show of the evening."