He flushes lightly, suddenly becoming very enamoured with the decor.

"...If you wish to order some then I have no objection," he mutters.

Well, now that they're here, the question of what to do on a date arises. He is not one to obey so-called conventions of course. If Hythlodaeus intends to court him then he would rather his friend does so with their own charm and not what they perceive he will respond to.

Some guilt lingers, as ever, at the back of his thoughts.