[ Odin's happy in a way he doesn't really understand when Poe accepts his invitation, and he's smiling from ear to ear and feeling a little subdued when he heads into the restaurant. All the lights and the people inside distract him from his feelings, though, and he's forgotten about anything other than food by the time he's cheerfully slamming his hands on the counter at reception (scaring the poor waitress manning it) and asking for a table.

He and Poe are guided somewhere quiet by the back and Odin sits in his chair with a thud, opening up his menu and staring at everything like this is The Gravest Decision He'll Ever Have To Make Ever Ever Forever.

He pauses. ]

I could totally blow you under the table in secret and nobody would know. There's a tablecloth and everything. Or vice versa. I don't know what I'd be into? I've never given nor received a blowjob.

[ the waitress next to them clears her throat and leaves. he goes back to reading his menu. ]

Maybe something spicy. I want something spicy. I want it to melt my face.