Robbie smiled appreciatively at her compliment, preening slightly as he rolled his shoulders back to puff out his chest slightly. His shirt was a crisp white, his tie a light gold, dark grey slacks matched the suit jacket. "Thanks, Rom," he said, smoothing his tie down as he basked in the attention; he liked to look good, and positive remarks on his appearance made it all the more worthwhile. "As do you, of course."
He could often count on a proper discussion of fashion from Romilda, and he nodded at her thoughts on the matter. "You're right; a suit is like a non-verbal, instant suggestion that you agree with the progression of the society, the acceptance of the muggle influence. To eschew that, to stick to the old-fashioned robes, whether they mean to or not, suggests the wizard doesn't agree with the developments, they prefer the old ideals." He shook his head at the thought; how quickly a simple discussion of fashion could lead straight back to politics. It was tiring. Fortunately, Romilda could lighten the situation, and he grinned at her addition. "I don't know, I still like the way skirts highlight that particular area."
The waitress brought over their tea then, and he leaned back to allow the girl to place it on the table between him and Romilda. "Cream cake?" he asked Romilda, just before the waitress left. "This young miss is trying to get me fat," he said to the waitress with a bob of his brows. "Whatever she picks, put it on the tab, please, I'll pick it up before we leave." Punctuated with a brilliant smile to charm the waitress.
"Ah, Rom, I can understand busy days. Just try not to keep her waiting, bad impressions and all that, but it'll be good for you," he added a little more seriously. "Get you out from under the columns." He didn't need to explain more, he knew she understood. Robbie cocked his head to the side with a weary expression. "Oh, you know, all we do in the Minister's office is work hard. Isn't particularly much time to break hearts. And anyway," he slapped a hand to his chest in mock horror, face to match, "Since when would I ever break a girl's heart?"