The corner of his mouth twitched and twisted up into a lopsided smirk. He was't watching her though, but was instead letting his eyes dance over the menu for a brief moment. He had never been here before and while most of the items were the same as any wizarding meal, some were clearly not. It was custom to drink things like butterbeer or pumpkin juice in certain wizarding eateries. In high class places the drinks still resembled potions more than anything and some were just that: legal ways of enhancing a date through various mood alternating potions.
It took him a moment to figure out what he'd want to drink and when the waiter appeared Marcus held a short conversation with the man about wines and ended up ordering a bottle of their finest wine. As the waiter flitted off to get that, Marcus set down the menu and tilted his head.
"I've never been here before, what do you suggest?"