"Please do be," he pauses at the door to smile at them, with just a hint of a pointed look. "I think he's probably too naive to understand about lawsuits, but if too many falls end up in more than bruises, someone might feel sorry for him, ne?" After all, he doesn't actually want to hurt the born victim. Even his mazoku half thinks that would be a terrible waste of a toy.
"Oh... one of you let him out, please, and why don't you try using honey instead of syrup on the bananas?" It's not a suggestion, his tone says, but to maintain a balance of good will, he doesn't mind explaining, "Many of our customers are more used to natural flavors, so we might get a good reaction that way." This isn't entirely a lie, but the truth is that the 'golden syrup' thing this island has going is frankly vile, in his opinion. Of course, he's used to natural flavors, too. When he'd first heard about MSG he'd nearly cried. He gives them another smile, and slips out the rest of the way.