[ he tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes and staring. no, it's not difficult to believe someone might feel a bit self-conscious after everything, but he could've sworn he sensed something else from this guy. something that's far more malicious than ... this! as an enma he deals with a lot of punks that spit big words and have nothing that backs them up; so he's hardly intimidated by tough talk. akira, however, seemed like he was talking big for a reason.

a pause. ]

... are you going to act horny-aggressive in the restaurant or not?

[ listen. he needs to make sure akira is good here. the raging hormones he had seen earlier can only be tamed with professionals— the tamamo foxes. enmas will throw this guy in jail instead. ]

All I'm saying is ... there is a way to handle this. You can get a private room, no one will care or judge. But if you're good, we can just leave.