Amsu had really tried to dress down an not attract so much attention to himself tonight. Unfortunately in this area there isn't too many men of Arabic decent, especially with eyes as odd colored as his. Ages of practice and experience had helped him learn the difference between curious and admiring stares and whispers vs. potential hunter stares. He smiles when she says she would love to go see the band. "Sounds like a plan." The waiter comes by and picks up their plates and of course the leather folder. When the waiter comes back with the receipt for Amsu to sign he quickly does his signature with a flourish that had become second nature. The flourish made it hard to forge his signature. "Shall we go? The club isn't too far from here if you don't mind walking. Otherwise we can catch a cab."