He has no qualms about following her, and as they slide into the booth he sets his hot chocolate on the table along with his cookie. It is pleasantly warm inside, and coupled with the hot chocolate's warmth he soon starts to get the feeling back in his fingers again.

"Much better." He leans his elbows on the table and looks around. There's a friendly kind of air to the establishment, but still signs of Submissives fetching food and drink for their Dominants. One woman is even using her Submissive to prop her feet up on. With a grim expression, Hythlodaeus touches at the line on his throat again.

"I fear I will never get used to this..."

Looking back to Anna, he forces a smile. "Ah, I see no line on your throat. You must have escaped the designation of Submissive. Would that I could say the same."