Mamoru couldn't particularly blame the man on the floor for getting creeped out. It was a struggle to keep composure himself, and if they'd been alone right now rather than taking care of a pair of would-be assassins, he probably would have lost that struggle and asked her what was wrong. Not... that he was really in a position to talk. A young man that was supposed to be all money and manners that turned in an instant to a knife-throwing, table-jumping fighter? He might have some explaining of his own to do.

That would be awkward.

He caught every word from the 'bodyguard' on his camera, making sure to report the date and time and have him say his name on air. About the same time he finished, security burst in and took over custody of the two attackers.

It was sinking in now just how coolly Tharja had handled everything. It was impressive... maybe a little comforting, too. Association with him came with more than its fair share of dangers. Naturally he would take precautions to keep his family safe, but it didn't hurt that she knew how to defend herself. If worse came to worse, she could keep a clear head and fight back.

He stepped off the blade and shifted to look at her over his shoulder. Normally, he would have asked his date if she was all right about now. It seemed a silly question here, maybe even insulting considering how she'd handled herself.

"It looks like dinner here isn't going to work out." He didn't look very disappointed about it. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go instead?"