"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Moriarty. Thank you for setting this all up. You know how to treat a goddess." Taking his hand, she shook it, then followed him back to the table. A table away from everyone else, where no one could eavesdrop - good, he was intelligent. It was hard to find good help.
Sitting down she opened the menu, but didn't look at it quite yet. She wanted to know more about him. How was it he agreed with her but others didn't? Of course it meant he was far more intelligent than the others, but did he want something out of it?
"I must ask, Mr. Moriarty, why the interest? All other Midgardians objected. You did not. I'm curious as to why."