[To say the look in Sandalphon's eyes is sadistic is to do it injustice. This is something Izumi might not know, because he rarely brings this mood home with him, but Sandalphon has a reputation: without a doubt, he is the meanest barista in the country. Stores in other towns hear his name and tremble, because he's managed to do what they can't: tell off customers and keep his job based solely on how good he is at it.

But just as the temptation to torment his cat a bit reaches its peak, it subsides just as quickly, and Sandalphon continues speaking as though he weren't just sizing Izumi up like a piece of meat.]

It looks like the person before you offered to pay for the next person in line. Would you like to take them up on that?

[He's already punching it in. He'll just put it on Lucio's tab.]

I'll need a name for the drink, as well.

[He's already writing on the cup though, that devilish smirk back on his face as he does.]