Watching him work? That was an odd comment. He'd barely done anything; those assassins were ridiculously unprepared, physically and mentally alike. Mamoru wasn't ready to call a quick intervention 'work'... and really, that was all it was, wasn't it? It certainly wasn't a fight.

At least she wasn't hurt or upset. Really, it was lucky she was reacting like this. This was a lot easier and more familiar than hysterics. Tharja was amazingly nonchalant about the entire affair. He offered a small smile.

"We're a little overdressed, but let's try Yamato-ya. It's close, and I've heard they have good food." And it was authentic Japanese instead of the French they would have been having where they were. From what he'd gathered of Tharja from their brief conversation, that might be more to her tastes anyway. Mamoru knew it was closer to his, and there should be much better selection there.