Dumping his jacket over the back of the seat, Ben flopped himself down into the seat as they were shown over. He hooked an ankle over a knee to rest in far more of an open crossing of his legs, but she'd not see that under the table. "Well you're not wearing a dress that reaches the floor and look at your hair." Ben shook his head as if disappointed, though really all he was doing was taking conversation away from himself.
"I've got it all in my mind, if I had the coat it'd give the game away." Taking the menu and playing with the corners, he ordered a beer and gestured for Valentine to make her choice afterwards. Like a gentleman, they always went first. Ha.
Tiny seemed happy enough, and Ben repaid the gesture. It wasn't often he didn't have a witticism handy, or something just plain silly. That was only because nobody saw him sat for hours on end at an empty notebook, but he wouldn't mention things like that.
Rubbing his back against the edge of the seat slightly, Ben grinned and raised his eyebrows. "What're you going to have, sweetcheeks?"