Woman after my own heart. [Figuratively or literally, if the food was to dictate the rest of the evening.] Death by chocolate's as grand as any exit should be.

[He places his hands on his hips, rocking his weight to one foot as he continues to regard the strange assortment of food.]

Sorry to hear I've kept you so long. I'm usually more punctual, but I was never given a time.

[It's an assumption, he's aware.]

So, pick your poison and we'll skip dinner. Least I can do is expedite your end, seeing as I kept you waiting half the night.