[He starts to nod, but then pauses, pushing back his chair to stand. This feels like a private discussion, intimate in a way he doesn't especially want to share with whomever might happen to walk in.] It's stuffy in here. We could take our drinks outside, and then you could tell me. [He might not sound like he's asking exactly, but he waits patiently for her to decide, hands splayed on the table for a bit of balance as his center of gravity feels a bit shifty.]