He rolled his eyes and took his usual place at the bar, turning his chair so that he could watch her exit the Lux without so much as a goodbye. All the while, chairs shifted and moved of their own volition, filling in the gap between them both as tables and other pieces of furniture that had been pushed aside at last morning's closing followed suit.

"By your leave."

As she walked away, the Morningstar decided, quite confidently, that he rather enjoyed watching Tank go.