Warren grinned as Aya put on her best knight impression. For a moment her tried to see the woman in armor but shook it off once he realized she'd never accessorize the tabard the way she'd like. It was with a friendly grin that he settled back in his chair, folding his arms casually across his chest.
"Cast 'em out, of course! There's always going to be a run of folks trying to get their hands where they don't belong, or shoot their mouths off when they should be quiet, but I think at this point most of the people who come through this way know better than to hassle the staff here. I hope so, for their benefit." Warren shrugged and still looked amused.
"Though, I suppose we should go easy on them. Everyone's a ruffian or a lout sometimes." There was a knowing sparkle of fun in his expression, the sort always present when two friends are sharing a joke.
"Cast 'em out, of course! There's always going to be a run of folks trying to get their hands where they don't belong, or shoot their mouths off when they should be quiet, but I think at this point most of the people who come through this way know better than to hassle the staff here. I hope so, for their benefit." Warren shrugged and still looked amused.
"Though, I suppose we should go easy on them. Everyone's a ruffian or a lout sometimes." There was a knowing sparkle of fun in his expression, the sort always present when two friends are sharing a joke.