[ Older teens and younger men populate the inside of the bar. Any entrance catches their attention, but the sight of their boss bringing in a boy manages to keep it. Yin Han doesn't have time to hear their questions nor Ash's snap to go back to what they'd been doing. It likely wouldn't have sounded as impatient if he wasn't scooping up the unconscious boy at the same time. His real annoyance is at the situation.

When Yin Han finally arrives back in the world of the living, he's on a bed. Any coat he may have been wearing his removed and replaced instead with a blanket to remove any moisture that would have been on the top level of his clothing. It's a sparse space with only a bed, a small desk, and a dresser to serve as furniture. The walls lack even a single window.

His blonde savior from earlier has likewise removed his hoodie and sits now in a casual brown sweater and jeans. His resting face doesn't look like that of a man torn by the guilt of killing a man. Instead, he's moving to answer the small knock on the door. An unseen man hands over two cups before they're left alone again. As Ash returns to the desk, he senses the movement that comes from waking up. ]

I thought this would work. Modern-day princesses are probably a lot more likely to wake up for coffee than some random guy and a kiss.

[ He isn't serious; the timing is coincidental. Ash also isn't trusting the guy to hold a hot cup of coffee for now. ]