Akutagawa was not sure if you were aware of who he was or what he was capable of. Those who had lived in this region for any amount of time tended to catch on quickly. In many cases, his Banette was warning enough to those around that he was not a foe to be messed with.

But you seemed to pay that no mind, serving him like a regular customer at your family's café with no contempt for him nor his Pokémon. Akutagawa, in turn, treats you with respect.

"The usual, if you may," Akutagawa muttered before turning away to cough into his hand. The place was quiet before dawn, sunlight barely creeping above the horizon; a perfect time to order without causing any disruptions to your business.

The mafia may have been a violent organisation, but even they had etiquette.