B put his elbow on the table and slouched enough so that his chin was resting in his hand, neatly seeming to ignore the end of table-girl's antics in addition to the rest of the cafeteria. In reality, he was keeping his senses on high alert even as his eyes were focused on the fish he'd finally decided to eat, mutilating what he'd received by tearing off bits of fried batter with his free hand.

"What a shame," he said, although surely any condescension was lost in his vague tone. What Endrance was saying did make sense, if a twisted sort of sense: the man had clearly been playing too many video games (when there were far more enjoyable things like books, of course) and the object of his 'protection' would also definitely appear to be a cat. There was a large number of words in various languages he could think of to describe that sort of thing. But no matter.

"The monsters here don't need your protection." Although somewhere in there he knew he seemed to be missing the point and pressing one that didn't need it anymore, it hardly made a difference to him as he continued in a low voice, wondering what sort of reaction he'd get next. "Your past life is done. You should probably get over it."