Perhaps it bode well that his retort made her smirk and perhaps it didn't. It could mean that she took the disses as well as she gave them or it could mean he'd sparked a wrathful temper.

There was no time to contemplate it further, however, nor time to answer her question. Mamoru abruptly stood from the table, gaze and attention now fully directed at the stoic bodyguard that was coming toward them. His expression was not friendly.

"What's the matter," he said, calling the man out.