He wasn't a conventional romantic by any means and when she pointed out that he surprised her, he chuckled. "Don't get comfortables with thinking on me going outsides of a place. Usuallies we gets the world to come to us, nots the other way arounds." He had already called for a roadie to be ready with a cab to drive them to the nearest portkey, where on the other end, yet another roadie was waiting to drive them to the restaurant.
Once at the restaurant proper (Which was in Stockholm, and seemed to be reservation-only, save for special people such as their most famous customers), Skwisgaar took a seat at a table near the windows looking out towards the street. The place was warm and inviting, and the menu was in Swedish, so he translated as best he could. The food was contemporary and transcontinental, with a distinct absence of red meat on the menu. "I usually get the chicken breast with sauce, and salads." He mentioned.