[ ethan's emerald eyes track the offending drink, and he makes a mental note to down it later, if his new friend isn't going to. they flick back up to watch him interact with the waitress, and ethan barely remembers to give her a polite smile before his attention falls back to him.

he chooses to skip the etiquette comment. that's a conversation for another time. ]

well, ah. [ how to say this. ] let's just say i con and i've been conned enough in my life, yeah? anything more than that and i might have to kill you.

[ a playful, i'll-never-tell wink follows when he reaches over the table, bringing the vanilla latte to his lips. ]