Gonna be okay. Da-doo-doo-doo-- Just dance...
[Asch meant the promenade, not his lovely lady. B|]
[The wave does it.] [Some nerve somewhere finally snaps.]
[Still glaring, Asch draws himself up. Then he vaguely remembers where he is, who he's with... and checks his voice. Announcing as clearly and calmly as possible:] I'm going over there to have a word with Anise.
[Asch casts a final look over his shoulder before stalking towards the annoying little trollette.]