Standing up, Kou looked down at Reizo. He knew it could be seen as a challenge, but he'd learned adults weren't scared. Intelligence was superior to strength, because a small army could hold off a siege force with the right technology - which would've needed intelligence to design. Intelligence. Strategy. How could this hot-tempered imbeciele have either?
He looked at him a bit more curiously and then reached down, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He turned to the counter and handed his money to the chef.
"... The noise put me off my food. Disappointing. I'm just going to go elsewhere for more intelligent conversation."