"Intriguing. So this is a classic British kitchen?" Natural instinct told the Captain he should be the one helping Tegan to the table, but he sat himself by the table as bid since he was the guest after all. Taking the napkin first to place it discreetly in his lap and on top of the still insistant bulge, he leaned forward with a wide smile and closed his eyes for a long shameless scent of the food as his hostess placed it in front of him. "Mmmmm.... it smells delicious. I don't think I have had this before; the cousine in my country is rather different." He looked up at her and smiled as he raised a hand to stroke up her arm. "Reminds me a little of coq au vin. Or of grouse served in the autumn with freshly picked mushrooms, and with juniper berries instead of pepper." The Captain did not mention that his own homecooking tended to be more in the direction of slightly burned bacon and canned beans. But there were actually some wild fowl in his freezer; the Captain enjoyed hunting more prey than beautiful women. And catching them too.<br/><br/>"A bit of... everything, please?" He grasped the decanter, poured her glass and then his own. In a restaurant he would have poured only a little into her glass for her to taste it and approve of the bottle, but it would be a strange gesture in her own home. He looked up at her, grinning: "I aim to taste Everything you have to offer tonight."  His arm stroked down to her hand, caressing it. "And I will do my best to deserve it... you."