Of course not, they're doing their job. Doesn't their establishment pay them? Why the hell would I tip? [SCOFFS, the idea sounds ludicrous to him, and the comment about being frozen ears a one-eyed glare that certainly isn't divided in power or animosity]

[just gives a little grunt as he returns to looking at the book, a vague gesture at a canister on the table that has sugar in it, and his feet slide under the kotatsu blanket with finality]

[all settled in]

Mm, I don't mind. If you don't complain about carrying them, anyway. [takes his sandwich right to himself, opening it up on the table and a marking a page in the tome he's elected to begin]

Apollo let you out so late? He's going to get you a shock collar soon. [a tease]