"The verdict?" Mark teased, pausing as he un-fastened first one cuff of his shirt and rolled it up his forearm a little, before doing the same thing to the second one. "It's, it's very. . .French." He chuckled and then met her gaze. "I liked it. And thank you again for not ordering cow brains and monkey scrotum." His gaze scanned the room more casually this time and then he approached her, standing a mere two feet away before stopping.

"Nice digs. You always go first class when in town? Damn. Then you're never going to want to see my house are you?"