Noah had never seen the point of downplaying oneself. Even before they'd had to start living like this, holing up and fighting to hold their ground against zombies, the world had been a hard place. Sometimes your confidence was all you had to keep you going. He'd always been known as an arrogant son of a bitch, and he was fine with that. It was what it was, and he felt more comfortable keeping his softer side hidden.
"There's gotta be show and tell," Noah told her, his eyes locked to that smile of hers. "I have more to show than most people." That remark could be taken any number of ways, but he was going to pretend he meant the tats that covered his upper body. Because most people didn't have quite that many tattoos, right? And showing off tattoos meant being half-naked, and in his opinion that was a good start.
Noah took a couple of bites, finding the food tasty enough. It wasn't Grandma's home cooking, for sure, but he knew the kitchen workers did their best with what they had to prepare. He was appropriately grateful, because he certainly wasn't a cook himself. He could get himself fed back before the Infection, either by fixing something quick or eating out-- or on occasion, finding a girlfriend or boyfriend who liked to cook. It worked. "Everything about it's off-putting," he said of caviar. "Call me crazy, but I like food that's normal."
He could usually think of things to talk about, and it seemed that Vienna could too. That was good. Sparring was fun, and this occasion had a bit of extra spice because of what he fervently hoped would happen after dinner. His eyebrows lifted at her next words, and he smiled, the expression slightly smug. "Good to know," he said of her high expectations. "I'll be sure to bring my A game. So to speak." Noah generally didn't have problems pleasing the person he was with unless they were totally incompatible. Which happened sometimes, yeah, but he really didn't think that was going to be the case here. There'd been a chemistry almost right away.