He approves. Rare, expensive, and the ultimate in classy dishes is usually what he orders for others, but then they're usually teenagers who've never had a chance to try it out before. Oh Kilgrave...

He also approves of her taking in their surroundings and leans back in his chair, drinking in the senses of the scene of it all. It was still a little insane, to be in another world, outside of the universe, where things were controlled by will -- where he should have been King if that was true! -- being served inauthentic Italian food by robots, but this is the kind of insanity he can be comfortable with. A classy woman across the table actually trying to impress him (he's a touch deluded!!!) instead of him having to be the other way around.

He still misses being able to order people around, but he's clever enough to manage Jessica even without it, and he's survived a couple months here, it should start being smooth sailing from here on out.

"Tell me of the better places you've been?" It's a suggestion not an order, but he can't help the way he words things, it's been decades of necessity, after all. And he remembers something, smiling instantly, in what he thinks is somewhat reassuring and charming. Though odds are heavy that it'd mostly creepy out anyone less durable than River. "Please."

A gesture and he gets the best wine they have.