"Oh, well, I make no promises about this place, then. But at least the company will be good. Sometimes that can make all the difference, I think. Food and drink never taste quite as good when you're on your lonesome." He shrugged. Not that he was any expert on such things, but Oren preferred to have company when possible, especially for meals. Even if he was just getting takeout and bringing it back to the tower, he generally tried to find someone to eat with. That was why he was in the cafeteria so much in spite of having a kitchen. "New York is funny like that, though. You can walk around, beating the pavement, for weeks and weeks trying to find the perfect cup of coffee. Once you give up and assume it isn't out there you'll probably stumble upon it." He'd try to find some European style cafes, though he wasn't sure if that would be better or worse. It'd probably be just another knockoff American imitation that wasn't up to snuff.
Typically known for his patience, he let out a little laugh when she scolded him for his haste. It was a joke, yes, but it was a good one. "You have impeccable comedic timing. Don't lose that, either." He was compiling quite the list of things Cordelia ought to be mindful of keeping. That was a mark of her uncommon quality, he thought. She was a good move, a good find, for the Syndicate, the future rather than the past. She stood out in sharp contrast to all of the old soldiers like him that were so bitter and jaded. As they walked, he made his peace with the fact that he liked her immensely. For the most part he tried not to play favorites, but it was probably inevitable that he'd prefer the company of some of the younger agents over others. The ones with level heads on their shoulders tended to resonate better with him.
"You are in for a treat. It's incredibly rich, but it's worth splurging. And strawberry is my favorite. This time, though, I'm going to push you to have the plain. You have to appreciate the sour cream topping in and of itself. You'll definitely be getting your dairy and calcium intake for the day. But one of the best things about it is that it isn't too sweet. Cheesecake in other places just can't cut it." He led her out of the cemetery and was pleased that he'd chosen the right gate. "Remember this place," he remarked once they had crossed the street and made it to the restaurant. "It's one of the best. For coffee, dessert, or anything. Hopefully you won't be visiting the dead too often, but this is definite incentive to pass this way more often than you otherwise might." He held the door open for her, gesturing for her to precede him.