Theron strolled in with a bright smile on his face, pulling along Ayame. She was clearly not very used to having to deal with such "public displays of affection." She had tried to take her hand away several times already, but Theron practically had a death grip.
By the time they got to the door, she couldn't continue to do that; otherwise, it would look ridiculous, so she could only go along with it.
Jun's gaze only casually looked over. When he saw the scene, he didn't have much of a reaction at all. Somehow, it was obvious to the deepest depths of his soul that he didn't care.
Theron looked around the place, smiled when he saw Jun and Gione, and then looked toward the tables before he landed on one.
There wasn't anything as rudimentary or reductive as name tags. But the Demon Corps Princes obviously had a far cleverer method.
