[Tartaglia doesn't mind in the least bit that Yoimiya is not subtle at all about the two of them and their newly-found status, giggling right along with her at how cute she is snuggling up against him like that. He's proud that she's still able to put a sentence together, having drank the sake at the festival and now with a few shots of Fire-Water in her system.

He regards the bathhouse owner, holding up a hand to stop the conversation right here. First looking down to Yoimiya, he only smiles and answers:]

It's hardly anything worth apologizing for. [And then, turning to Susumu, he continues,] I know that you're about to close, but I was wondering if you would entertain having a private session for those willing to pay.

[The owner raises an eyebrow, considering it. The Sakoku Decree had been hard on business, so it's not out of the realm of possibility.]

You'd have to put up quite a bit, the rate isn't cheap, especially given it's going to be for after hours.

[The Harbinger only smiles back, reaching for his coin purse and pressing several large coins into the man's hand.]

Will this cover it?

[A quick count shows about five-hundred thousand mora, and Susumu's eyes widen. Who is this guy?]

You two can have the place for the rest of the night. Sorry about before, you can go right on in.

You have my gratitude! Let's go, Yoimiya.

[Tartaglia steps forward to go inside, expecting Yoimiya to follow, a smug smile on his face. No problem.]