[He walks off with her in that direction, leaving his ice cream container and his spoon on the table. This would be considered "littering" at home, which is unbecoming for an idol, but here he doesn't care. Some staff member will clean it up.

He listens to her explanation while they walk—apparently he's not done thinking about this—and it doesn't make him happy. Or explain much, in his opinion.]

They want us to do more than just meet people, though. So I'm not sure that holds too much water.

[There's a trace of spitefulness now, in his voice and in his steps, which clomp against the floor harder than necessary. It's not aimed at her, of course. She's probably not thrilled to hear that her dalliance with her boss means nothing, either.]

I guess having an illegitimate child could change the course of fate. Or spreading a life-threatening disease around. But they haven't been encouraging those things to happen in particular, have they?

[(Hopefully he didn't just give them two new ideas.)]