[Sebastian is a beginner at this. He doesn't know what the Bronze is (some kind of dance place, maybe? a bar? or a brothel? it doesn't matter), or really what he's hungry for and how they'd even go about dining.
Clearly he's justified in looking down at Spike with an entirely confident, smug smile.]
And of course that is no shame upon the teacher, should his student struggle. [He'll show you, brat. Sebastian discards his gloves as they walk - no helping it if they're going with the honey-approach of catching something - brushing his fingers through his hair. It's dark; he'll look handsome enough even with the grave dirt still on him.]