Nah, that's a woman. She's got her leg over the side of the chair, suggesting dessert, but he's folded his arms, and laughing at her jokes.
I reckon he knows she's going to get the bill.
HT, I've had my wife swearing at you in French, Italian and Accringtonian. She's as jealous as hell.
Decent cheeseboard by the way. One I remember was a selection of local cheeses in a circle. The last one at top left - and the strongest - was red, like a volcano. Best avoided. I didn't...
How do you know he's finished eating?
The trouble with oysters, crab and prawns, is they leave you wanting something denser and chewier, like a lobster, which itself warrants another picher.