Glancing down at her hand on his, his brows furrowed but a real smile flitted across his lips. "Aria... That's because you're better than them." He whispered back. The compliment was sincere and likely one of the few sincere, non-sexual compliments he had ever given a girl. "This was really my way of making up for lousy tipping as you love to point out." He winked.
He picked up his own glass, looking at the liquid for a moment before shrugging and downing his own glass. "My mother always insisted I keep an upper-class taste in drinks... little did she know that just meant I preferred top shelf shit rather than wine and champagne." Ares sucked on his bottom lip getting the last of the taste off of them before pouring them both more. He glanced at the waiter who was still standing by waiting. The younger waiters couldn't care less if you poured your own drinks, but the traditionalist hated it.
Finally the waiter asked if they were ready to order. Ares looked down at the menu and pointed. "I'll just have the 6oz filet mignon." His accent was surprisingly accurate. "I've promised the beautiful lady dessert and I don't need to fill up." Ares chuckled.