The mask that Officer Suou keeps so perfectly assembled is shattered in as many pieces as his fork. He's incredibly awkward and pessimistic, incredibly earnest in emotion and right now all of that culminates in Katsuya not quite trusting himself to speak.

His left hand is clenched into a tight fist. Of course he's worried about her. This is a huge business proposition and Katsuya has not a shred of knowledge on how to run a business. Ask him to make a cat themed bento and he'd be fine, but...this?

"I..." Wow he still sounds so staggered. "May I...think on the matter?" She had offered, but he needs to be certain.