(yeah, sorry. Jet lag.)
He got into the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt. It was a tad uncomfortable. He mentally cursed human laws and their pointlessness, but then reconsidered when he thought of how fragile mortals were. He chuckled softly aloud.
He watched out the window as she drove, not staring at anything in particular. Although he had kept an eye on the mortal world, it had indeed been at least seventy five years since his last binding. At least this one was on much better conditions than his last. The last had been way too precise for his liking.
He looked at the restraunt they were stopped at, licking his lips subconsciously.
"I'm fine with chinese," he said, smiling. He unfastened his seatbelt and opened the door, getting out of the car, waiting for her.