"But there is an error in your thought. I don't have night where I'm from." He playfully corrected her. "And if someone like the night, who am I to judge? I'm a man that sleeps with all the lights on. If anyone would get judged it's me." He gave a soft laugh at that.

"Practically everything you buy at a restaurant, or a vendor is usually drugged with an aphrodisiac, or some other mind and/or personality altering substance. Not always strongly, but sometimes very strongly. There's some places that don't do that, but it's a bit of a roulette." He told her.

He led her to a booth, motioning for her to take a seat.