Sephiroth sees the emotion pass over Rufus but still doesn't understand its source, nor does he inquire after it. Instead he merely relaxes backward onto his heels. The position isn't the most comfortable but he hardly registers it.

Sephiroth nods once to acknowledge the topic shift. "Of course."

Their server returns with the food just then and sets the selection of small plates before them, along with several sauces. The fragrant aroma of several different kinds of seafood fills Sephiroth's nostrils and he stares from plate to plate, wondering what to choose. He is the furthest thing from an epicure and only chose this place as it seemed fit for Rufus. After a bit of hesitation, Sephiroth chooses something that looks relatively safe: white rice and--he's pretty sure the next item is salmon.

"Have you had this before?" He is mostly asking to judge his efficacy at choosing a place, for his own future reference.