He took the menu that she offered, looking over it, frowning because nothing sounds familiar to him. Well, certain things sounds like some things he knows, but Krennic isn't sure if it's quite the same thing. At least there is a fair variation in the menu. He looked at her, smiling slightly. "Why don't you suggest something to me? Since you're the one paying. And of course, you don't have to worry about it, I will pay you back later." he tilted his head, just the merest hint of suggestion in his voice, but mostly teasing. "In however way you want, Harley."

Then the waitress shows up with their drinks, and Krennic took his drink and sipped it gratefully, but still listened to her explanation about how this Nexus place works. "I see. So they do have their own currency. I'd guessed that."

He had to smile at what she said next, with just the merest hint of cruelty and loathing to it. He did hate Tarkin. Even more so now thinking about him stealing his spotlight in the celebration party, even if time did freeze while Krennic was here. He'd probably end the party early too. That old man did love ruining his fun. "Oh, of course that is not my intention, but he is an old man. I didn't know how he gained the Emperor's trust, but I'm planning to take his place. After I found another way to get rid of him, of course. Or gain control of the Death Star." he smirked, more relaxed now after having a little alcohol in his system. The whiskey doesn't quite taste right, but it was better than nothing. "He probably will. And good riddance," he said, tilting his head to look at her. "Of course, you can always do better..."