"The place is one of my favorites, and a particularly cozy establishment. It makes excellent food, gourmet and 5 star quality, with a far more intimate and private atmosphere; it's truly remarkable really, to find such a place here, of all places," Tobias smiled, and didn't remark at the stumble from the portkey. He found them annoying as well, though apparation could sometimes prove difficult for others and he had chosen not to assume. Further, being a sixth year, he couldn't be certain she had been properly trained at it yet.
As they made their way into the restaurant, he made a nod to the Maitre d' who immediately recognized him and ushered them further into the restaurant and towards a rear booth that overlooked a fresh garden. It was further away than the rest of the patrons. Tobias helped Belle to her seat, before he took his own across from her and then smiled in her direction.
"So last we spoke, we spoke a great deal about women's rights, and the the stance of men and women in society; of the idea of ambitions, and goals. So I suppose that tells me a lot about you, but what happens when the Revolutionary girl before me, the proud businesswoman, is simply hanging up the fight and wants to enjoy a night in. Reading, I'm assuming, is one of your many past times."