He smiled into his wine glass, and then sipped again, his gaze pensive.
"I am glad she is weil -- and I will be pleased to see her once more, if she wishes to see me."

He flashed a brief smile at the waitress, was surprised to see her smile back, then arched an eyebrow. "...well clearly my reputation has not preceded itself."

He shook that off mentally, "First, my home. Then, the library." Information, he needed more information ...