Jin halted the waiter with a hand on his shoulder, demanding to know what the rush was. When he was filled in, he gave orders to cook up some of the best dishes on the menu for their special guest and then he checked his hair, took a deep breath and pretended to be braver than he was when he walked into the dining room, right up to Gyungho's table.

He bowed respectfully, then looked at him politely. "I hope you are hungry. The food is on the house, of course."