[ Jack's wide-eyed expression has her smiling still but casting her eyes down to the ground seems more... doable. Truthfully the enthusiasm he radiates, including the nervous energy, make her feel nothing but that damned fondness she couldn't shake if she wanted to.

Fortunately the reflex to babble like an idiot is squashed by pure agenda. She steps into the restaurant upon his queue keeping the door open for him when she enters to let it be known they are both in this together. ]

A bit sick, actually. It's like fish in a barrel: easy prey.

[ Her crassness appears not to consider the petite hostess who keeps her eyebrows raised but offers a pinched-faced smile as she greets them. While Elsa might have people's best interest at heart she can't say any sort of personality trait with her heart on her sleeve has ever stuck. ]

...Two, please.

[ Upon being seated at the booth she takes off her coat. There is a steady hum of conversation, kitchen chatter and music that fills the dining area that will shroud their conversation quite nicely. Elsa considers the man across from her again: he seems to flicker in the soft restaurant lighting somehow-- maybe it's just a pleasant sight of seeing him well-rested. ]

You look good.

[ As soon as the words leave her mouth she's ready to correct them. ]

Well-rested I mean. That is good. I'm going to need you sharp.

[ She slides one of the laminated menus left on the table in Jack's direction, hand lingering on it as if hoping they might accidentally touch in passing. ]

I hate anything demonic. Really gunks up the air of perfectly fine places.