It wasn't difficult for Inara to immediately sense the air between them had become just a bit tense. She couldn't say it was her intent to bring down the mood or say something truly callous but he had asked her for the truth, for her opinion. Was it harsher than it should have been? Perhaps but that was just another indicator of the complexities that made up the Companion—

but she couldn't ruminate in that heaviness for very long. Not when he was a precious guest of hers and she had drawn him all the way out to this place that was far from his 'type'. It was mostly because she was already here but really she did want to treat him to something special. So she nodded at his words, a soft hum escaping her as she pulled the menu and opened it up in front of him. She moved just a bit closer to him, an easy but boundary pushing gesture and then she finally spoke.

"Well it's what I might have done but I'm glad they didn't kill you. So let's celebrate, order whatever you want and if you really want that dessert...", she purred gently, eyes looking up at his, a hint of regret over her words. "Then promise you'll at least share with me."