[ To his meager credit, it's not that Fuuta's trying to be an expensive "date." To take that credit back, it's just that Fuuta's wanting to take a bit of petty revenge on this obnoxious prettyboy by draining some of his credits. Serves him right for starting this whole annoying encounter.

And with that order placed, Fuuta gives a haughty little 'hmph!' as he takes his seat on the bar, elbow resting on the bartop so he can prop his chin up. ]

Good. You shouldn't be doing that to anyone, you know. Not just me.

[ And here comes the annoying lecture, complete with dismissive waves of the hand to punctuate his main points: ]

I've been here more than long enough, for your information. And it's not a matter of men and women. Don't go thinking I'm some sort of closed-minded sexist! It's about consent, which should apply to everyone equally, you know. It's basic respect not to touch people or invade their privacy like that without their consent, without introducing yourself first and making sure the contact is wanted. You're the one that's behind on the times, not me, if you don't even know about something like that.

[ Even one of the other bar patrons is giving him the side eye with how punchable he's being right now. ]