Tobias' smile simply held ground as he bowed his head towards her, letting her out the door first before following after her, "I cannot imagine many men, or women for that matter, with functional vision, not approving of your outfit."
When the door was shut behind him, and he'd said his goodbyes to her father, Tobias then moved to stand near her, then reached into his pocket to pull out a pocket watch. Glancing up at her, he handed it to her, then took hold of the chain, "Open it, it's a portkey and will take us to the restaurant; luckily, it's not too far from the show itself."
He wanted her to open it, since upon opening it it'd transport whoever was touching it. Luckily, his hand on the chain, it'd transport them both in a moment's notice. Once she did, and they were whisked away towards the restaurant, he began walking quickly forward to match the speed with which they arrived, and hit the ground walking, steadying himself, his own hand reaching out to take her by the arm to make sure she didn't stumble too hard out of the Portkey.
"While instantaneous, I do have to admit, muggles do have far smoother forms of travel," He laughed, making sure all was well before slipping the pocket watch back into his pocket. The restaurant was, as he promised, French in nature and he chuckled as they approached, "As you've been to Paris recently, I figure this is probably a bit bland to you. Still, I find my luck has been quite gracious in the presence of the French of late, and thought I'd continue to buy into that superstition."