[ Smiling benignly (nope, not explaining a thing) he straightens and gestures to the awaiting elevator, a slight bow in his gait as he invites her to join him, a hand stuffed casually in a pocket that drags back his jacket, entirely at home in his finery. ]

It would be a little difficult to kidnap you this time, Verity. We have a table booked, they were full when I called but quickly adjusted when I gave them my full royal title. I hear they do great mash!

[ Or they will, if he wants them to. ]

Is that acceptable on Midgard? To request specifics in your dish when you order? I'd like some mayonnaise in my potatoes ...

[ Like the common little trash he is. ]