"It is," David agreed with a sort of pleased little laugh. It had been a risk he took, both in trying to show Arla that things weren't always serious - if something went wrong, it would only reinforce the opposite impression - but also because this place was private for him, bringing her here showed just a little bit about the inside of his head.
Not something that David tended to show to very many people, even in small doses.
Arla seemed to be relaxing, though. He'd worried, slightly, in the car, although her nerves were expected and understandable. He had never judged her on her looks, had been around enough visible mutants that webbing and gills were just like earrings or tattoos: something that he didn't have, but they didn't mean that she was not an attractive woman. For most of the world, though ...
Still, he counteracted her. That was what he was there for, to balance, easy comfort and confidence allowing her to seem more like she belonged. "It's my type of place, these little hole-in-the-walls."