Kimblee had, admittedly, settled into the usual pattern of toying with the menu more than he was looking at it; he had gotten better at disguising it, more or less perfecting it in an attempt to keep Archer from noticing, but the sheer amount of options wasn't anything he was terribly thrilled about. It wasn't that the decision was stressful, per se, just...far more difficult than it should have been, and he was grateful when she spoke up offering a direction.

"That does sound lovely, doesn't it..."

His words were a bit absent-sounding; at least it gave him a section of the menu to focus on. Admittedly, though he obviously had no way of knowing her thoughts, his were along the same general line - releasing frustration by lashing out in public or storming out of the building was unacceptable, but it wasn't as though the damn steak would mind being jabbed at a bit more roughly than was really necessary.

"Hopefully you won't mind my following your lead."