Tharja smirked at him. So, he wasn't just an obedient lapdog? That was refreshing. She didn't necessarily want someone to fight with constantly, but also didn't want someone who would simply nod along to whatever she said. Could this be a prelude to a battle of the wits? At the very least, this wouldn't be an average, boring dinner.

"Isn't that relaxing to hear." She chuckled darkly. "Though I think we can both agree you won't hear another one tonight. Does that make you feel better?"

The waiter had stopped approaching them, no doubt hearing the acidic conversation beginning to take place. As for the bodyguards, the fidgety one had stopped talking. The stoic one began moving towards them, eyes set on Tharja.