He's under appreciated, indeed.

[Zura hadn't permitted him to use his hands, so Sakamoto simply leans to the side, letting his cheek rest against the other's hair.]

That's something I'd love to do.

[The waitress passes by and stops at the table.]

Hey, sweetheart! I swear, I've read the menu, but somethin's been distractin' me.

[He cock's his head in Zura's direction. She's probably... Disgusted by how close they are right now. Gross???]

You've got soba, right? I'll have me some of that.

Could I get a bottle of your hardest stuff? Thank you, thank you! You've been too kind, too patient.