"We'll speak in private later, Atticus. And.. I don't mind you smelling the way you do at this moment in time," he mumbled under his breath when they were close enough to each-other so his words couldn't be heard by anyone else, his gaze already fixing on the patron before him. It seemed Zara had everything under control here, but he wouldn't let anything be out of any type of order.<br/><br/>He inclined his head slightly and smiled at Masato Kawazoe, the cellist.<br/>"Welcome back to the Teahouse, Mister Kawazoe," he said in his normal quiet way "I'd like to know if there is anything I could offer during your stay here." not leaving doubt that he would, in fact, have a stay here.<br/><br/>