Letting out a sigh, the man shook his head, [color=#FFE58F]"I should have guessed as much. Well I suppose a discount is a discount, no matter how dubious the reasons. But, would he not be upset seeing you with me?"[/color] Thinking for a moment, he continued, [color=#FFE58F]"Their traditions are not... well, most are unlike Miqo'te, frankly. Perhaps you should use your charm to obtain the noodles, then we could eat elsewhere? Though I must admit, I'm not familiar with many of the public spaces here..."[/color]

As she kissed his nose, the man squinted, a very brooding, sulking expression across his visage. Averting his gaze, he'd gently pet the side of her face with his hand before picking himself up. Taking the last dongo, he plopped it into his mouth before looking to her as well. Reluctantly, he offered her his hand. [color=#FFE58F]"By your leave..."[/color]

Suddenly, he felt his stomach sink. She was being [i]too[/i] sweet. Something was up. She was plotting something, and he would get to the bottom of it. Hopefully, it was [i]not[/i] what he was expecting...