Ginta smiled and shrugged his shoulders in a slightly helpless gesture. A moment of meaningful eye contact with Rei gained him nothing more useful than that the bartender didn't recognize the Inuzuka, but thought the guy was weird, maybe a little nuts, and a bit of an ass for the way he'd been treating the hopeful who'd been buying him drinks.

They had gained an audience, too. Storming-off suitors, sexy men who flipped from adoring puppy to snarling predator to kicked dog in the blink of an eye, and a popular regular just back from a mission and still injured who could engender such things made for excellent entertainment.

"I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone," Masao said quietly. "I don't want to get in the middle of anything."

"You're not," Ginta answered, turning to give Masao a reassuring look. "I'm not seeing him. I really have no idea who this guy is."

The Inuzuka made the most mournful sound imaginable.