"His name is Ronan," he explained. "And he's a were too, so I don't have anything to worry about. I'm official now, so we're home free, as long as I behave myself."
Holding her hand, he followed the host to their table, a quiet one off in the corner. There were candles on the table, and the room was softly lit all around, gentle music playing throughout. It was the perfect atmosphere. "Mmhmm," he agreed, holding out her chair for her, being the proper gentleman.
The host handed them their menus and continued on his way, letting them know that their waiter would be with them soon. "What do you think you want?" he asked her, peaking around his menu.