If Tricia refuses to take any clothes off tonight, Daniel's definitely going to be disappointed. Not fatally. Sex doesn't drive him particularly strongly. The challenging company of a beautiful woman is a much stronger motivator. Sure, he'd like to experience how her wit translates to physicality, but if all that happens is a fine meal with rewarding conversation, he'll be satisfied with the evening.
"Springtime," he says, considering, leaving hold of her hand to fetch a key from his pocket and fit it to the lock. "Lamb, I suspect. Jean-Claude has a fine touch with lamb. Young, tender...probably a light sauce."
His eyes hooded, he looks back at her as the door swings inwards, and he steps back to allow her to precede him into the suite beyond. "Nothing heavy, or cloying. Simple flavors to compliment each other well."