[Hey, he bathes regularly, thank you. But the lack of hair grease lately is giving him a bit of a softer look, and with the jeans ditched for an evening, it is hard to miss that he's made a change for this.

He sticks his tongue in the corner of his mouth for a moment, submitting to her scrutiny, then lets out a little laugh.]

You look overdressed. It's just burgers.

[He rolls his eyes. Given his past, there's no way at all that he should know that, but there's no point explaining that to her.

Then, at the linked arms, he whips his head around to stare at her.]

Euri, I've already got people assuming I'm "seeing someone." That won't help.

Probably girls clinging to me in public. [A harrassed sigh.]

[How did it come to this.

He digs his heels in, at least determined to set the pace if he can't shake her off. Small victories, power where he can get it. To think that he's a member of a mutant "terrorist" group bent on world domination, and one tiny witch has taken him down this far.]

Once. This once. And then no more clinging.

[He just sniffs and continues walking. This really is going to be a nightmare. Sex and fighting, she said, and now it's dates.]

The place doesn't look like much, but it's got the best burgers I've had here so far. And it's close.

[His free hand keeps toying with the Bic, until a breeze blows the flame back at him and he singes his thumb.]

Ah, shit! [He drops it, pulling his hand up to his chest.] Piece of crap.

They have chicken burgers. A fish burger too, I think.

[He glares at the lighter in her hand, then turns his gaze down to the quickly fading red spot on his thumb. Just a graze.]

Fine. Those things are just complete shit. [Once his hand is healed, he holds it out for the lighter.]

It's a shark. [Flatly.] And it's in Bobby's room 'cause he took it while I was cursed.

He's grey right now.

[And now there's genuine unease in his voice and expression. They were almost getting along, and then he vanished.]

His room's on the second floor, so I can't go through the window, and I tried picking the lock. I know they're not magic or anything, but I couldn't get in.

[A huff of frustration.]

I'm stuck 'til he gets back.

Euri, I was homeless. If I can't pick it...

[But it's his lighter. Pride or lighter. Pride or lighter?]

... yeah, alright. After we eat, we'll give it a try.

It's right around here.

[He leads her around a corner and - wow, yeah, he wasn't kidding when he said it wasn't much to look at. If she were familiar with the term "greasy spoon", she'd recognise the style of diner immediately.]

It's the best. Usually the best places are hidden away.

[He's just defending his favourite burger joint - he doesn't realize at all that she could be honoured by the fact that he brought her here.

He pushes the door open and walks in first, but at least has the courtesy to hold it open for her to walk though. It's not much better inside, but he'll make one more gesture and take a booth instead of sitting at the counter like he usually does.]

You had soda before?