Chilton was, needless to say, rather startled by the invention of this conversation -- caught off-guard, he wasn't immediately dour or (as in his usual way), sassy in response: he simply answered frankly, in his soft voice.

"Ah -- Roquefort salad, with a side of beets, and a glass of Sauvignon blanc, which I may recommend," he said. As he spoke, he glanced over Revan's clothing, noticing its unique disposition. No comment was issued, however, as Chilton was not the sort to be overtly invasive towards strangers in public.

Private invasions, however, were another negotiation altogether.

He rather liked the gloves, but couldn't place the rest of the ensemble. With a quirked tilt of his head, Chilton offered a tight smile.

"I hear the Coq au Riesling is quite enviable."

The man himself had to watch the meat intake. Lost kidney, and what not.