He is equally surprised in her choice in outfit for the evening. He was expecting something entirely different; certainly darker, with touches of the textiles she had mentioned earlier. His eyes did not trail away as she drifted closer to him, while fingertips moved to carefully slide the drink menu over to where she would sit across from him.
Abaddon liked cocktail lounges for a few reasons; They were generally not too overly crowded, the music was generally light ambient jazz and the price of the drinks kept anyone from coming in just to get drunk. It was the quiet coffee shop with darker overtones. Less quaint, more professional; He was comfortable here.
There was no question as to her trip over, or whether she found the place alright, or anything of that nature. Instead, he appraised her past the fluffy dress and carefully pinned hair, curious. So This was Fetish?