[ The worst of Endo's pain may be in the past, and he may no longer be on medication that lowers his inhibitions and affects his finesse, but that doesn't stop him from enjoying the way Accelerator reacts to the slightest provocations. Endo pokes, prods, and even pushes at times — because those are a few of the many tools at his disposal, and he uses them to shape a desired result. If he erodes Accelerator's defenses, if he offers all the gestures Accelerator finds disagreeable or embarrassing, and if he keeps paving the way for future conversation, then one day Accelerator will wake up and think of them as friends. He may not even want to kill him anymore, though Endo takes no issue with the potential for the sentiment to remain.

But whereas Accelerator glares at the seat and then defies Endo's suggestion, Endo himself remains completely calm and in control. Only the slightest smile touches his lips — a far cry from his near-uncontrollable laughter at the hospital — though this is subject to change. He does shrug, though, a lazy suit yourself roll of his shoulders as he opens his own menu. ]

I picked right when I reserved these seats, huh?

[ Given the commentary. Accelerator is free to criticize as much as his heart desires, because no one's going to give him dirty looks over it — since they're all alone.

He glances up from his menu to say: ]

Just watch what you say in front of the waiter. They might throw you out of here.

[ He's kidding! They wouldn't, even if Accelerator were outright rude.

Endo already warned them. ]