"I wouldn't say nothing, per se. I mean... considering how that ended. Didn't mean to do that at all," he clarified. "But, if you say it's fine, I guess I won't press the matter." Without further ado, Kurama reached down his leg with one hand to drag his pants up to his waist, where he would then secure them properly. Moments later, the door to this section opened just a bit, revealing half the face of a rather intimidating older bald male with a brown goatee, who seemed to have been without sleep for years on end. "The club's been closed for almost an hour. You two are gonna need to go."