Satoru clenched his fists at his side. It shouldn't affect him. How you were required by the plan to flirt with the aristocrats to gather intel, yet he found himself wanting to kill every single one of them that was ogling you. He was undercover as a barista and couldn't help but gaze where you sat at the table with the men. Giving them flirty smiles and small touches and gathering information. You see his intense stare and avert your eyes quickly, not wanting to blow your cover.