Diz tilted his head to the side, looking at her questioningly. "By all means, Nyla...if something i do isn't to your liking, please let me know. If you've got an opinion, share it. This is for both of us, and I'd especially like it if you enjoyed yourself." He gave a broad smile.
"Won't be much fun if we just do what I want. Here we are, though."
It looked high end, this tavern, well lit and very clean. As promised, it was nearly empty but for one other couple, like themselves. He gently led her to a table on the other side of the room, away from the bar, where they could be alone.
He released her only to pull a chair for her. "Have a seat, Nyla, I have but to remove my sword and I will join you." He offered a charming smile to her, and undid a clasp at his belt that disconnected the leather strap and scabbard that held his broadsword from his back, slinging said strap over his shoulder to hold it in hand.
He moved quickly to the bar, sheathed blade in hand, and wrapped his knuckles on the polished wood.
"Jorg, my good man! I've got a blade to secure, please. And I'd like a bottle of wine, please, the best this will get." He dropped twenty five heavy gold coins in the bar. "And everything else for the best food you can manage! I've got a lady friend just there, and I'm treating her to the best night I can give her."