What a foolish man, to have hassled An Zhe more than just the once, it sounded like. This was not an 'open fire' sort of hassling, at least, but Lu Feng had heard enough. Time to put a stop to this.

He reached past the stranger, hand catching the back of An Zhe's before he could pull it away from that sample cup. "An Zhe," he said, voice soft in spite of the icy reception he was giving the back of the other fellow's head just moments ago. He leaned in a little over the person between them, as though he were extremely unconcerned about his mere presence, before continuing, "Is there anything you want me to find for us tonight?"