[ That was fast... and corny. Kurapika actually manages to look a little surprised when Sylvain settles down across from him, quickly assessing the man before him. No visible weapon. In decent health. Obviously forward. Passable, if not a potential nuisance. ]

You're mistaken. [ He settles on, bluntly, moving the brochure closer to his side of the table. ] This is not a date.

[ How else can he say it? It's better to just nip the implications in the bud right away, isn't it? He washes the mild surprise off his face quickly, face easing down back into a tense neutral, before he peers down back at his phone and sees the username of the person he'd randomly chosen— @ handsome? Typical. ]

I'm just... trying to clear these objectives. Quickly. That's why I messaged you.