[[He would sooner commit the rest of his nights to scrubbing whatever dishes they handed him then even think about dashing, he was a very lawful mushroom on the inside. One that was offering the tiniest smile as she went on her way.

That soon turned to a frown as he watched the scenes unfolding again. It was a relief that there was someone else around to nip that in the bud, but it got An Zhe's thoughts turning. This was not the Third Floor, but the late night clientele were really acting like it was. There was not much that An Zhe could physically do about it (he looked like the wind would blow him over), but... hmmm.

He was turning those thoughts over when Angel came back, his expression shifting to something gentler as he reached for the saucer.]]

Ah... yes. It's... a lot.