[ The earnest look he gives, the scrambling for words of not to be a burden...it's sweet. She's not used to this sort of presentation, someone considerate to a fault. Somehow the world has not chewed up and spit out this man yet and she finds this to be a relief.

She laughs with fondness realizing only too late that her mind, in fact, doesn't present all the information she's thinking aloud like a broadcast. It's something she's always struggled with, training and general tendency to just keep things in.

Now she's scrambling, wide-eyed and tense. ]

I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. That would be... incredibly rude.

[ She's mortified at herself. What can she do here to refocus the conversation? Slam a fist down on the table to cement. Jack is a man but his instinct does err towards animal. Too much force and she'll scare him off. Taking a deep breath and fanning herself with the menu for a second (is it incredibly hot in here suddenly?), she collects herself before speaking again. ]

Just... let's not worry about cost. You're doing me a favor now in a very thankless job. The least I can do is buy you a substantial meal. You won't find a Bloodstone in the entire line willing to pay for anything, I'd venture to say. Best not say no to a very rare opportunity.

[ Who are they kidding? She's fond of him. Why laugh at him and put him at a distance.

Elsa averts her eyes to the menu as she starts to curl a loose strand of hair around her finger. ]

Not saying I'm some sort of pushover. Perhaps I'm...quite fond of you.

[ There's a clenching in her stomach. At this rate Jack will be eating the entire dinner by himself anyway. ]