“Mr. … Logan, is it? Please, sit down. What qualifies a man of such … demeanor as yourself to work in a fine dining establishment?”

“I’m very adept with knives, and I know my fish.”

“I see. Your previous job was an art teacher for … Mr. Xavier. What was your preferred medium?”

“Sculpture.”

“Hm. And before working for Charles, you were a soldier?”

“Yes.”

“And what did you do?”

“I killed things.”

“I see. As you may have already inferred, we have a very strict policy on hair, especially facial hair.”

“The hair doesn’t go anywhere.”

“Ah. Well, that policy is non-negotiable. I’m running a very expensive sushi restaurant, and I will not have … ruffians damaging my reputation.”

“Go fuck yourself.”