Killian would not come to words with her, for or against his actions. It wasn't a necessary debate to have. She, in her own right, had done extraordinary things wether she believed they compared to his or not. Their worlds were very different.
"Aye, aye. T'was a mighty feat and very dangerous. Much like bearing the love of a beautiful woman."
The waitress approached and took their orders, then gathered their menus and left to place the orders with the kitchen.
When they were alone again, Killian lowered his voice and tilted his head as he beheld the woman across the table, "That task you asked of me is complete, love. I wait for your word to take the next step in the process." He had placed the vial of poison in a place none would find it until the time was necessary to enact the rest of the plan. Revenge was something he prides himself in being good at. For the most part. Implication or no.