Luke pushed off the frame as she opened the door. His eyes gave a respectful glance of what she wore. "Nice threads," he commented and gave a nod when she asked if they were off. Chicago had the same fashion sense as New York it seemed. She looked better than nice but he considered it a safe enough compliment.

"I'd question the heels on this terrain but if Chicago's like New York, I'm sure you've got it handled." He still kept a careful step along the way. Not his usual wide stride since she'd taken his arm. Luke bent it in to his side out of custom, glad to escort her formally. "What kind of food do you like? Tavern's specialty is Greek but there are ways around that. They make a mean steak. And can fix up a nice salad without the hebs, feta, onions and olives if you're not a fan of that stuff."