The wolfhound scooted a little on the floor, dragging herself slightly closer, then she rolled onto her side, and finally over onto her back, long front legs tucked against her chest and her back ones flailing slightly, knocking into the side of Castiel's chair. Submissive. Her tail gave a few little wags as she whined at Ace, clearly wanting some sort of attention.
The angel glanced down at her and did a double-take, then he looked up abruptly. "That is very unlady-like, Deanna." He scolded the dog, not that she understood a word he said. Oh well. Jason was soon speaking and the human took presidence over the canine at his side.
He tilted his head forward just slightly, his lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced down at the table top, then back up. "My apologies. I'm still learning when, in a social interaction, you should tell a lie about something to make the other person feel good, and when you should be honest." The angel leaned forward stiffly, just a little. "You look wonderful tonight." Now that sounded more like a date. Why? Because he'd seen movies, where on a 'date', that was what people said. And oh, Jason, believe it, you were on a date now. Why? Because you'd said so.
Jason Todd had gone and told the very literal angel that they were on a date. Neither one of them were ever going to live this down, once Castiel mentioned it to someone. Lord help them both.
His own menu was left immobile and untouched on the table top as he turned his head to look at the people walking by. He'd learned it was best not to stare at people while they looked over menus. They didn't seem to like it. He'd give Jason a few moments to find something he wanted before he gave him his attention again.
"What have you decided on?" He asked, even as the green waitress was headed over towards their table.