"Really? I wouldn't mind seeing the James Bond ones," he said, admiring how much she knew about this topic. He wasn't intimidated by the fact that she obviously knew more about it than he did, but he felt eager to learn from her.
He smiled, swearing to himself that she could indeed read his mind. "I'd love to eat outside. It's a perfect day for it, isn't it?"
When they reached the host, he requested a table for two on the patio. Remus was glad to see that there weren't many fans here - at least not for now. Maybe he had picked a lucky time. Either way, he didn't fancy being gawked at. After the host led them to their table, Remus pulled out a chair for Tonks. The idea just occurred to him; he hadn't planned it out or anything. Being a gentleman came naturally to him.