One could not kick law enforcement out of anywhere. He has heard of jails within Madison or he thinks he has. Something that was before his soulmate had ever showed up in the city. All he knows is that he didn't want the other to get in trouble for drawing it. Even if Bichen was something that was good to see when he was frightened.
He lets his husband lead him toward the back room where there were no windows. There was no way for the feral mutt to see him. It was just a small office. Something that he was grateful for. At the mention of Lotus tea and the feel of that hand stroking his hair he gives a soft smile.