Taneon could not help but blush at the teasing that he was recieving from the Cathar woman. He found her cute, too. But, that was something to explore later. He stood and looked the bar before quipping back at her.
"Just because the locale is rough is no excuse for poor manners." He smirked, seeming to make a mock of his own posh accent,
"And, I've been here once or twice."
He lead the path to the bar, and brought her inside. It was a modest place, definitely not a fancy restaurant. Again, were it not for it being located on Coruscant, one might mistake the place for a seaside tavern on some temperate, oceanic world like Trask or Mon Cala. The furniture seemed to mimic various styles of hand-carved wood. Small fishing trophies and nautical knick-knacks. A couple patrons glanced up before returning to their drinks. The one person to notice, however, was the mountainous Crolute bartender. The massive, blobfish-like humanoid trudged from behind the bar, stern look on his face.
"Ye got some nerve showin' yer face here, Darr..." The Crolute snarled, his massiveness staring down at the two Jedi.
For a moment, there was a tenseness as Taneon and this fleshy barkeep stared one another down. But soon enough, the Crolute cracked and began a howling laughter and he swung over and picked the fencer up off his feet in a bear hug. Taneon gasped for breath, tapping his large friend's shoulder to be let down.
"Good to see you, too, Meb." Taneon smirked back,
"Jonyna Si, meet Mebbarius Thult."
The Crolute gave a jolly smirk before doing an awkward, if charming, bow.
"Please call me Meb. Go takin' a seat. Be wit'cha shortly." Taneon motioned to an open, two-person booth that seemed perfect for the occasion. He was, in a way, glad to see that his old friend made it through all the hell and horror. Comfort and familiarity in times of darkness tended to be little embers of hope for some.