"Oh, so you want me to lie," he teased, although all that fancy lip service was still a lie, no matter what people called it. "You're good looking, and I reckon you know that. No need to lie about what your clothes look like."
He shook his head. "I'm not, but I know who I am. I don't pretend to be more or less." He made a disgusted face. "Caviar? Black little fishy balls that taste like you crunching on dirty. Yes, we're not having that. You'd have to force me to eat that stuff, no matter how expensive or high class it is."
Callahan watched as she drank her wine, waiting for her to finish it. When she did, he straightened up. "Should we? I can Apparate the two of us near the cinema unless you want to take a taxi."