Mmm. Steak. "Steakhouse it is. I've never really been dat crazy about tofu, ya know?"
He politely stepped out of the way, far enough to not be hovering. He figured now, while she was focused on the task, would be fine to 'check her out,' or admire her form. The curve of her back, her features, he stored it away and smiled gently.
"Bon temps," he grinned and offered his elbow. "Shall we, Cheri?"