...If you were a customer, I'd kick you in the fucking dick for breaking the no touching policy.

[Yes, he's aware of the fact that he'd broken that rule first, but still how very dare!! ...Someone clearly needed that lesson, going by how red he is and how shaken he seems by the reminder of his absolute lack of strength and influence.

Man, sucks to be fuckin' fallible peasantry, especially in the face of Mort's serene smile; Aster grunts and brusquely smooths his hands down his sides to dislodge any lingering hint of the Simba Hold, before slinking back to his seat to lick his wounds.] Since I like you and we're friends, you get a warning. Grab me like that again without permission and I'll bite you right to the gums.