Snorting softly, Aya gave up with the sandwich, losing interest in it as quick as he could slide it across his plate with a trail of glistening butter. He pushed the tray aside completely and then moved the teacup back towards Ken, resisting an urge to reach up an try his forehead for temperature. There were limits he wouldn't be crossing now.

"Something that is yours ended up in my possession," he said silently, glancing over the cafeteria for nothing particular.