[He's occupying the seat nearest Takasugi, a leg crossed over another, likely revealing too much of a pasty thigh in the process. He's busy stirring his tea with a tiny obnoxious spoon, it's tapped against the rim to be rid of excess.]

Are you bored?

[Focused on that cookie he's fidgeting with as opposed to his face. I can't believe they're playing tea time together.]

I can draw the bath if you're growing impatient, it should only take a moment. Should I be aware of any allergies-? Scents that you dislike?

[If he weren't such a fruit this would be a classic case of trolling.]