"Yeah, well, that ain't happening either." He just carries on leading him through, not letting his concern at the magnitude of those things show through. Yep. Close eyes indeed. "Real apocalypse-level things. I'll pass, I've already danced that fandango. It was boring the first time around." He puts smirk into his voice as he waves a dismissive hand, keeping his face carefully casual.

The apocalypse had been hell, but not for the reasons Zack would probably think, but he wasn't letting him know that.

"And that's a no on a comfy bed. Well, we can fix that too, after food." He's going to swing the door of the restaurant open as he says it, waving him through as he holds it. "And just a warning? For every bit of trouble you cause me while I'm paying? Your food allowance drops. I'll tell you when that is, if it comes up. This ain't a fancy place, but you never mess with the people bringing your food. That's how you get spit-food. So show a decent level of respect." He's not expecting best behaviour, not by a long shot, but if he can at least keep him on track without anything getting broken? He'll call it a win.