"There is no limit tonight at all, my dear." His smile was warm as he nodded his agreement, flagging down the waiter. "We'll start off the evening with the 'Ile de France' leeks and your finest Chardonnay."
With the waiter on his way, he cast his glance back over the menu to try and pick out an entree, something proving far more difficult than he'd thought it.
"Maybe," he finally agreed with her, looking up at her with no small amount of amusement, "but... all the same, I am far pickier than most in my choice of women. So even if many have said as much, I rarely reciprocate the sentiment." The implication that was left hanging in the air was, naturally, that he certainly did reciprocate the sentiment where she was concerned.