Sure, Nyx had been keeping himself busy with the bar that Peter had so graciously allowed him to help with. Bar work? Easy. Did that. Though, they were running low on supplies at Pancho's and it would have to be replenished, and who else was a good option to tend to the resupply of the most popular bar in town. Never mind the fact it was the only town bar.
While Lunafreya left to adventure the town or some sort, Nyx prepared himself. It was the prime time for him to get out of the house and through the doors before she returned. Leaving a happy note saying he was out getting supplies so she wouldn't have to stubbornly argue about going with, because she wasn't going with, no matter what she had said. Though naturally all those dreams were dashed before they were even coming to reality. Watching his dear princess enter with the signature coffee and baked item from Clint's Nyx adverted his eyes from locking with hers. If he didn't look at her, she'd assume nothing was up. Right?
Nope.
"You are not, Princess." The Glaive informed the woman. "It could be dangerous, it's unwise." Nyx commented pulling tight the last of his laces on his boot. Standing kicked the toes of his boots one at a time against the ground and then took the coffee she brought back for him, immediately taking a drink to distract him from her pleading. His eyes fell on her middle of his drink. The look on her face. He lowered the mug. "No." He shook his head pointing at her. "Absolutely not." He confirmed.