Good. Much appreciated, esteemed guest~ For that, I'll bring ya a mint. Or some of our faaaaamous mermaid ice cream~ Now, where'd I put that smoke...?

[The expensive shit stolen from other guests can't be wasted, y'know! So he's just going to take that cigarette back, even if it's nearly burnt out to the filter, then

pause, awkwardly

and reach out to tweak Akira's cheek with what might pass as fondness in any other circumstance. Here, it's just a gesture of...Appreciation, maybe.]

I'll tell the boys that you're under my care, since you acted up when I came in. They come in to undermine me after you get that water, feel free to throw a real tantrum, make it believable an' all. [Then, in a cloud of very, very faint smoke and the soft tick-tick of his boots on metal, he slips back out. Lets the door stay open a few seconds, just to get some fresh salt-death air in.]

Seeya in a few hours, peaches. [Thunk. At least he'll make good on that promise about the water; a boggled pirate slinks in and nudges a nice, cold bottle of water up against Akira's thigh not even five minutes later, before immediately scuttling back out. Gregor would do it himself, but...Well. Cold shower. Hot shower? Shower, either way.]