Hanz-Eren let Alexia speak her piece, responding with naught but subtle facial expressions before she asked him a very direct question. What was Hanz-Eren's favourite dish? It was hard to decide. The agent leant back in his chair, obviously pondering the matter. After a brief moment of reflection, and a drag of his cigarette, he shrugs and gives his reply. "They do make a fine prociuotto pizza here, and their meatsauce bolognese is second to none. Furthermore, they have good scones and bratwurst if you're only having a small meal. All in all, however, their best dish is their three-meat soup, though it takes long to make and should be ordered in advance. For tonight, I suggest we take a sharing bowl of fettucini with a few of their side specialites for variation,<span style="font-style: italic">ja</span>?"<br/><br/>He once again waves the waiter over, discreetly, and the man comes toward the pair in the same manner as before. "I would like a large sharing bowl of fettucini. You may add an assortment of side snacks as well to enrich the meal. Can you do that?" He looked up at the waiter who scribbled away like a professional (which he probably was), nodding as he went. He addresses Hanz-Eren. "Some garlic bread, a few olives,  and a slice of parmesan cheese, then." Hanz-Eren nodded with approval and waved the waiter off. As the waiter turned toward the kitchen to see to the making of their meal, Hanz-Eren turned to Alexia with a smile. He took a drag of his cigarette before continuing. "The waiters in this place will never try to push side dishes that do not properly compliment the meal. That is what I like with this place - you can ask for a recommendation, and not simply be told about the costliest thing on the menu." He looked toward the kitchen. "Then again, I must admit I am slightly infamous here. The men who work here have seen me in the company of a number of prominent figures. Goes with the nature of my work. You are an intelligent woman, so you might be able to guess whom a man with my level of confidentiality deal with the most." He raises a glass to Alexia's health and has a sip. The third test. How far was she going to push Hanz-Eren on his assumptions? Would she concede her intelligence, or would she be modest? Modesty in women was considered attractive, Hanz-Eren knew that. But he had no interest in a woman that was not willing to provide him a bit of a challenge.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope she's clever enough to recognize that,</span>he thought to himself.