For a polite moment, Revan's brow raises at the offer, cocking his head a degree to side in controlled surprise.

"Oh, well that's very generous." With a half bow that turns into him scooting back from his table he makes his way to the offered seating. As he pulls it back he pauses to give a gesture that swings into a low shrug.

"As long as my naivety doesn't offend, I'd be glad to take advantage of some company."

Sliding into his chair Revan sits back but keeps his posture very upright and tight, yet it appears natural.

"I stick out like a sore thumb don't I?" Revan asks in good humor, leaning forward conspiratorially as he speaks. "The Government here was very thorough with my initiation but I suppose dining etiquette isn't high on their priorities."

His kingdom for a protocol droid.