"Alphard," he murmured, running his thumb over the back of his hand. "It will be my pleasure, I am certain." He winked, then walked towards the table he'd indicated, moving with the grace and subtle danger of a large jungle cat. Considering the circumstances, he'd forgone the large fighting daggers he usually had strapped to his back, but he was never unarmed. He had several small daggers secreted about his person, perfectly balanced for throwing. They wouldn't be apparent unless things became very intimate, however.
He slid into the bench, lounging decadently. "I have never been to this establishment, what would you recommend? I shall have to partake of the wine, certainly."