Terrence shrugged. He never worked while hungry, even when work took him to a restaurant, but depending on the appetizer, he might have some. He might have been wary of her putting something in it, but she'd be taking a mighty risk doing that now, even with something slow-acting; there would be no guarantee he got her to the goods before noticing it taking effect.
Paranoia was not his thing, but after his grudge against the Complacens potion, it was one of the few things to which his mind always went. He'd eaten and drunk that damnable potion for years without realizing it. This being a Muggle restaurant, there was no chance of something like that, but his instincts were still on high alert.
"It put up a fight," he said conversationally, gesturing to his face. "Unsurprisingly. Almost a shame. Kind of a magnificent beast." There was no regret in his voice, only admiration for the fierce power of the chimaera. He respected all of his opponents when they put up a good fight, even if he didn't like them.