"But it keeps me over there," he says sadly, indicating the counter. "That's not In The Way."
"It's not fair!" he laughs. "He must have gotten all your best stories, and he didn't even appreciate them!" He pounces on Iago's wrist with enormous purple puppy eyes. "Ne, I'd appreciate them, Iago-saaaan." He looks slightly ashamed of himself. "Welll I wasn't exactly being a paragon of courtesy either," he admits. "But when else was I going to get the chance to reset it properly without feeling it while I worked? But he didn't want to notice someone being in pain on his carpet, he just wanted to nap," he sulks. "Mikeru-san had to kick him a lot."
"Noooo, not that kind of plans," he says, and looks around with the kind of obvious sneakiness that has been known to make Filia's tail spring out from under her skirt from right across town. Without untangling his wrist from the loop, he slides into the other half of the booth and whispers in Iago's ear about sitting at the bar with Iago-san behind it with both hands visible, but of course astral tendrils can't be seen... or just clinging to his leg all morning like a particularly badly-behaved koala (although he can't quite keep a straight face for that one).
Oh ought-to-work-but-doesn't, if only you were confined to ESL mistakes... (guiltily continues to thread until asked to relocate...)