"It's easier to have a conversation." He offered his arm feeling her twine hers around his. They would have to side-along to right outside of the bar. "Ready?" He felt her grip tighten around his arm as they apparated.
They reappeared a block away from the restaurant. "All in one piece?" There's a reason he preferred traveling by broom or portkey. He readjusted his clothes and offered his arm again as they walked down the street.
The Wine Bar itself was small and rustic with exposed brick walls and warm wooden tables. He approached the hostess stand, "Reservation for Reginald."
The hostess looked down the list before pulling menus. "This way." She led them past the main dining area into a hallway branching off into private tasting rooms.
"You'll be in her Mr. Reginald. Someone will be right with you.