She doesn't take it - because they were both Dominants - but she does smile at the old fashioned gesture. "When we are indoors," she murmurs, voice pitched low for his ears only. "They do not mind designations so much where we are going."

Still, she keeps in step with him rather than ahead of him, even if there's a space between them. And once they're inside, she offers her arm to him for him to take.

"Would you like a booth, or to sit at the bar?"