[He doesn't quite breathe that sight of relief yet, but the tension's gone from his arms as he intertwines his fingers in hers.]

We've been friends for how long? [IE, it would be depressing if he didn't know her inside and out.] You've still got some secrets, but you're also talking to one of the world's best detectives.

[His modesty's getting better: he doesn't proclaim himself the best of the best anymore. But he'll lead her towards the cafe courtyard, where a waiter ushers them into the grand space. It's just the two of them today, and Damian's intent on making the most of it as he accepts a menu.

He doesn't need to read it. He might've come here before, just to make sure it was up to his standards.]