[The squawk Natsume lets out as he's yanked unceremoniously into the room -- which also looks like something out of stereotypical porn, is that the theme around here?? -- is not at all in keeping with the ferocious creature he'd been seconds before. Now he's stumbling over his own feet, blushing to his hairline and quickly shaking his head.]

I-I don't know, I just -- he was being awful, he is awful, a-and it's my fault he's here, and I know it's your job, but -- but you don't deserve to be treated like that. [This last sentence is addressed to his feet, ears bright red, hands nervously twisting together. He's trying to convince them both that it was just him being nice, having basic human compassion, but the truth is that he'd never felt that angry before. He'd wanted to kill his classmate for putting his hands on the omega.

On this specific omega. Natsume is a little bewildered about what that might mean, so he presses forward.] A-Anyways, I can't imagine that a place that sells alcohol to minors -- or even lets them in -- is going to be too quick to call the cops.

[Then he frowns, looking bewildered at the last line of questioning.] Pheromones? Seducing? I -- no, o-of course not. I didn't even know we were coming here until less than am hour ago.