Laws were silly things and they rarely did what they ought to to protect those who needed protecting -- Ash had realized that from a very young age, but there was no point in arguing it with someone who was following them and trying to keep the peace. He didn't blame Rogue for standing firm to her morals, even if he saw things in shades of grey. This wasn't his home and he wasn't trying to make trouble for the people who'd tried carving it into one for themselves.
By the time she'd returned, Ash had found himself a spot in a booth, conveniently facing toward the door, with most the rest of the bar in sight, too. He looked casual, like he hadn't just been denied proper service. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and offered another half polite smile. "Dinosaurs, huh?" The rest was too outlandish, and frankly he didn't really know where to start in with it.